The days are getting longer Till the whistle blows at 5:00 My hands begin to feel like they're not mine If I had no other reason I'd be dissatisfied For my darling I can't ride this line From the road I hear the music Of the honky-tonkin' crowd I recall the life I used to lead But I never miss the nightlife Now that I'm a different man And the love of my sweet wife is all I need And there's no more lonely streets Realing away feeling them And I don't see oblivion Out in that no man's realm Oh the nights are now so much sweeter As they curl around my feet And my life again seems like it's mine And I feel the season's changing As the north wind starts to climb And I think that I begin to see design Yes I think that I begin to see design