In these later days we’re making
A living on the taking
From each other all the things for which we have no further use
See the people there on Friday
At the barter fair say 'why pay'
Could I trade you this fine portrait for those shoes
And I know that I don’t know you well
But holding your hand I can tell
That if I ever lost you I’d be crazed
And the sunny field is darkened by The shadows I am harken by Could you hold me tightly through these later days
Later Days
Later days
Later days
Later
These commercials have me thinking
What I drive and what I’m drinking
Are in essence just the things that make me free
We’re not movin' on the freeway
And there’s got to be a new way
To get my things from point A to point B And the sunny field is darkened by The shadows I am harken by Could you hold me tightly through these later days
Later Days
Later days
Later days
Later