Well there were days   Surely days you remember    Though I can't think which ones    They're all the same old reflection    And gone with the western sun       There we were by the water    Under that sleepy sky    How I wish I could have told her    Just what I was feeling inside       But now her words are all loaded   Even when she’s shooting the breeze    You know this love   It doesn’t aim to please       I turned around and descended    Down to an all-time low    And in my way I defended    Memory’s midnight show       I picked it up and got going    Took the sun from my door    And who’d I find there a-knocking    But someone who could love me more       It’s got a mind of it’s own   You know it might take you for granted    It’s got a heart of it’s own   You know a little underhanded