Testo di Later Days

In these later days we're making a living on the taking from each other all the things for which we have no further use See the people there on Friday at the barter fair say 'why pay' could I trade you this fine portrait for those shoes And I know that I don't know you well but holding your hand I can tell that if I ever lost you I'd be crazed And the sunny field is darkened by the shadows I am harken by could you hold me tightly through these later days Later Days later days later days later These commercials have me thinking what I drive and what I'm drinking are in essence just the things that make me free We're not movin' on the freeway and there's got to be a new way to get my things from point A to point B And the sunny field is darkened by the shadows I am harken by could you hold me tightly through these later days Later Days later days later days later