Tekster: Bright Eyes. I Will Be Grateful For This Day.

I had girl, I knew she grew, became a woman
Now I think that she teaches at one of the schools downtown
We used to roll the windows down and play the music loud
Smoking out in her car, lost in west Omaha

And we?d get drunk and kiss, our bodies twist like shoe laces
And we never came untied, I guess you were just my type
You know that summer never stopped, I still pretend I?m there
Bands in the living room, the neighbors ain?t never cared

So when I sat behind the drum set
Your heartbeat?s what I tried to play
With kick and snares so careless, not in time
So you got ahead of me
And I guess I?m still dragging behind

I had a friend who changed his name but couldn?t change himself
Never quite figured out how to do with what life had dealt
He put a needle in his arm to calm his handsome hell
Who would have imagined it? Could?ve worked out so well

Now he's a shape that moves like echoes through my empty room
And there?s a voice that speaks like someone?s right behind me
I turned around and found exactly what you would expect
Clothes I left on my floor, the papers piled on my desk

But where the ink is where the cause effects what?s meant by it
The story is incomplete, the pictures? left unfinished

So I am writing my own ending
I?ll let my pen bleed black or blue
And I will color in the meaning
It will be gold and green and true
And I?ll learn to love my new discovered proof

I?ll be grateful for this day
I'll be grateful for each day to come