How So

Better days are ahead, she says
But I think that's a lie
I think it's just the times
When being wrong is such a crime
And they come to take your life
My God how could it be the times
And it almost makes you cry

I live for ordinary days
The quiet of a place
But modern times have fooled us all
To think these better days

I like my TV black and white
I like to read between the lines
And fathers read their papers
Loved their children and their wives

And quiet came at night
But it's all been done before
This isn't new, this can't be right
And it almost makes you cry

Like a sky that isn't blue
A song that's out of tune
The modest girls have married
Left their homes for something new

And quiet came at night
But it's over now
The times are loud
And it almost
It almost makes you cry



Credits
Writer(s): Danny Marra
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