Intro: There was a time when I heard you calling out my name But these days I'm not so sure When the room went dark and your voice was gone, I heard you all the same But these days I'm not so sure I knew I could remember your bedroom and your touch But these days I'm not so sure Definitely was the word I used far too much Cause these days I'm not so sure I bummed expensive cigarettes I wrote John Steinbeck's books I undressed someone's daughter and then complained about her looks Stealing was so easy then I wish that it still were Now as I pick my own pocket I know these days I'm not so sure The church was my kitchen, the world was my church But these days I'm not so sure The choirs I would listen, the briers I would search But these days I'm not so sure I sacrificed my sister, I prayed my own soul to keep I told my dying father that a man should never weep Breathing was so easy then I wish that it still were ) x2 Now as the breeze just makes me colder, I know these days I'm not so sure So if you see me tripping, I've forgotten how to walk And I spend my days wishing after her My steps are without rhythm and her name is drawn in chalk As these days I'm not so sure I drank my wine for breakfast every morning I was born In the black electric winter my back was always warm Sleeping was so easy then I wish that it still were Now in my sleepless bedroom, I know these days… I'm not so sure.