Just a couple more days' son, things are looking up today,
Set the date for the parade and ticker tape the city.
Cos the blood on your hands has become nothing,
You're coming home boy through hell and high water.
But johnny, see well he ain't coming,
It proved too much to take, he blew away the heartache,
With an army issue but he ain't no, no he ain't no kia.

[pre-chorus:]
It just proved too much to take,
He said ?there ain't no better days for me?,
?cos' all my friends are fading day to day?.
Tell me is this what you're reading;
Would you believe me when I say?

[chorus:]
That the light that shined is dying dimming grey,
And it's a minor melody, fading in front of me.

Another vacation day in the sun setting on no horizon,
As the phantom six-gun shooter lingers along.
And day by day man I decay,
And loose a hold of a heart too young to break.
I say the harmony you read we see in the dying eyes,
And you know nothing at all.

[pre-chorus:]
It just proved too much to take,
He said ?there ain't no better days for me?,
?cos' all my friends are fading day to day?.
Tell me is this what you're reading;
Would you believe me when I say?

[chorus:]
That the light that shined is dying dimming grey,
And it's a minor melody, fading in front of me,
And I say I've reached the brink, and that there ain't no better days,
Cos' it's a minor melody, fading in front of, fading in front of me.