Lyrics

Afternoon's gone blind And the sun beats down and it burns away The only sound is the heat of the day Up against my eyes Tried to write a few lines I'm gonna set 'em down while I think of you I might tell it bad but I'm tellin' it true Before the ink is dry Seems to me that every day Is a little bit hotter than the other one Seems to me that every way That I try to get through it Is stupidest thing that I've ever done Countin' all day long Countin' crumbs of the bread That is running low Crumbs of gold that is piling up slow Hardly any size Countin' more at night I've been counting the nights Since I've been free The nights since you sat right next to me Lookin in my eyes Seems to me that every day Is a little bit hotter than the other one Seems to me that every way That I try to get through it Is stupidest thing that I've ever done Seems to me that every day Is a little bit hotter than the other one Seems to me that every way That I try to get through it Is stupidest thing that I've ever done Oh the way you'd sing As the wheels and the miles they rolled along Seemed like you knew every song I ever heard about All the songs I know They could hardly fill an hour or a sugar bowl It's starting to feel like the hours have holes And they're leaking out Seems to me that every day Is a little bit hotter than the other one Seems to me that every way That I try to get through it Is stupidest thing that I've ever done