Vārdi: Eleanor Mcevoy. Early Hours. Days Roll By.

Get up, get washed, get dressed, get out the door, get on the bus
Get into work, and then
Come home, come rain, come shine, come on, you do it all the time
And come Monday, do it all again

Doesn?t anyone ever wonder?
Doesn?t anyone ever ask why?
We are getting one year older every year and one year closer to our final year

Days roll by
Why do I feel my life?s passing me by?
I see my days roll by

I know that no one knows it all or has it figured out
That?s all right ?til all the years
All come all go and all run into one
All day I wonder, is this all there is?

Doesn?t anyone ever wonder?
Doesn?t anyone ever ask why?
They are getting one year older every year and one year closer to their final year

Days roll by
Why do I feel my life?s passing me by?
I see my days roll by
Days roll by
Why do I feel my life?s passing me by?
I see my days roll by

And if you find you?re longing for a dream, that you?re living for,
that you?re dying for
You may find you?re longing for a dream, while denying the reality,
Denying the reality that...

Days roll by
Why do I feel my life?s passing me by?
I see my days roll by
Days roll by
Why do I feel my life?s passing me by?
I see my days roll by
(repeat ad lib)