The Days (This Thing Called Life) Songtext

Bryce Vine

von Motel California

The Days (This Thing Called Life) Songtext
Still waiting on a good day, alright
When did all the good times fly by?
I'm just searching for some meaning in this thing called life

We were raised on GTA and Bernie Mac
Minute Maid in 40 ounces and Apple Jacks
Summer days, I'm passing out, we'd do it all over again
You know you're more than a friend
The shit we'd talk about
Drinking on the hood of your mom's Honda accord
Dreaming of things that our pops couldn't afford
You not alone but if feel like you are
Just play the words to this song, I'll be there in a bar

Like la-la-la-la, la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la

Still waiting on a good day, alright
When did all the good times fly by?
I'm just searching for some meaning in this thing called life
Waiting on a good day all night
Everything will be alright
I'm just searching for some meaning in this thing called life

I know we had different challenges
ADD and chemical imbalances
I learned guitar to build my calluses up
Got in fights tryna prove that I could handle a punch
Prayed to God to do it over, that was askin' too much
Yeah, before the was world was blown up in our face
And every other move that we make feel like a cut in the take
You're not alone but if you feel like you are
Just play the words to the song, I'll be back in a bar

La-la-la-la, la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la

Still waiting on a good day, alright
When did all the good times fly by?
I'm just searching for some meaning in this thing called life
Waiting on a good day all night
Everything will be alright
I'm just searching for some meaning in this thing called life

Still waiting on a good day, alright
When did all the good times fly by?
I'm just searching for some meaning in this thing called life
Waiting on a good day all night
Everything will be alright
I'm just searching for some meaning in this thing called life