Strange Days

. Put up a fight, like a ghost ship in the night. Count to two, count to three, and fade away. Went overboard, said curses to the lord. Count to four, count to five, and sink a ways. You hate yourself, put the bottle on the shelf. Count to seven, count to eight, and weep that way. Broken heart, touching strangers in the dark. Count to nine, count to ten, and drink all day. The days seem so strange, from my windowpane. She's gone, she's gone, she ain't never coming back again. So I got to turn the page. Windowpane. Yeah you got scars, but you got savings in your jar. It's your time, it's your time, so board the train. Put up a fight, like a ghost ship in the night. Count to three, count to three, and fade away. The days seem so strange, from my windowpane. She's gone, she's gone, she ain't never coming back again. So I got to turn the page. Windowpane. A home. A home. A home. Gone.