"These Days" lyrics - ZAC BROWN BAND
The buildings are burning
In American homes
And people are running
From clouds of stone
And houses are churning
With people on the phone
Oh no!
These days to live
These days to love
Many, many people are going to learn
That war is promising
But it leaves before we can learn
There are no days to burn
Oh oh snapper I got the gun clapper
Trying to call my papa 'cause times are getting fatter
Flying bombs. I pour my heart out to the people
What's one? But nine-one-one, nine-eleven
What's the shock, war crafts crash blew up the whole block
Breaking news, this shit gotta stop
And these times people dying in flocks
Oh my god! The life we live, broken-hearted and shattered in tears
Children run from Gomorrah
Or be turned to salt
Pictures of justice
Hung in empty halls
And you know you got to go
When duty calls
And our children will read their names
In a cold marble wall
War is poverty but then hate is more
They say these days bring pain but there's a art to war
Acts of hate left so many shattered dreams
9/11 shocked the world with a terrible scene
Breakin' News Channel 5 I can't believe my eyes
Disaster strikes and it came outta the skies
They say envy lead to terror, and terror went too far
And to the people who passed, we remember who you are
And these days...
These days to love
These days to love
Many, many people are going to learn
That war is promising
But it leaves before we can learn
There are no days to burn
I've see fire, and I've seen rain
I've seen them sunny days I thought would never end
And I've seen whole a lot of things I could not comprehend
But I always thought I'd see you again!
I seen what I feel
I feel what is real
I believe in the Lord
As I reach for light
I howl in the moonlight
Sometimes I feel like I am surrounded by bad men
Better yet an al qaeda fighter, suicider, do-or-die-er
Open fire for the higher power in the hour of destruction
These chapters are wrote
In a 747 the story is told
A father holds a daughter who will never be grown
Never move on, say so long to the prom
A poor man sits with his wife in his arm
Thinking if he had the chance, "I'd buy whatever she wants!"
And a daughter looks at her father, "When are we going home?"
Who knows where the mind goes when fuel is running low?
I suppose they look from the window and scream
When they see the sunbeams gleam from the wings of a bad dream
These days to love
These days to love
Many, many people are going to learn
That war is promising
But it leaves before we can learn
There are no days to burn
There are no days to burn
No days to burn
No days to burn
