Better Days

He was dreaming of his memories
He was not himself
Trying looking for a different answer
Thinking of someone else

The writings on the wall
A burning game of cards in his hand
Ain’t it simple when it’s black or white
It’s easy to understand

The flying ace
Heading straight for disaster
He lost his way
Thought he was going faster

Still Looking for Better days
Still Looking for Better days
Still Looking for Better days
Still Looking for Better days

Going under with no place to fall
He’s trying to stay afloat
He was dreaming of a better ending
Living for higher hopes

A ringing telephone
Mistaken caller on the line
He was speechless like he turned to stone
Nothing could cross his mind

The flying ace
Heading straight for disaster
He lost his way
Thought he was going faster

Still Looking for Better days
Still Looking for Better days
Still Looking for Better days
Still Looking for Better days
Still Looking for Better days
Still Looking for Better days