When everything is wrong somehow And nothing here is new You like to think it's up to me To spin the world for you And is it the truth now that everything's forgotten here Is it the truth now or do we just not see things clear Didn't we have second thoughts the last days of May Didn't we try hard enough to find something to say The day is almost done by now The sun is setting fast We hang on to the fading light Dreaming 'bout the past But is it the truth now that everything's forgotten here I've come to depend on the morning beer and evening sun And when there's nothing more Not the same old door Not the mornings, not the me and you No more hurting fights, no more love at nights Not a new day from now on