there was a time when i heard you callin out my name but these days i m not so sure when the room went dark and your voice was gone i heard you all the same but these days i m not so sure i knew i could remember your bedroom and your touch but these days i m not so sure definitely was the word i used far too much cause these days i m not so sure i bummed expensive cigarettes i wrote john steinbeck s books i undressed someone s daughter and then complained about her looks stealin was so easy then i wish that it still were now as i pick my own pocket i know that these days i m not so sure the church was my kitchen the world was my church but these days i m not so sure the choirs i would listen through briers i would search but these days i m not so sure i sacrificed my sister i prayed my own soul to keep i told my dying father that a man should never weep breathin was so easy then i wish that it still were now as the breeze just makes me colder i know that these days i m not so sure so if you see me trippin i ve forgotten how to walk and i spend my days wishin after her my steps are without rhythm and her name is drawn in chalk cause these days i m not so sure i drank my wine for breakfast every mornin i was born in the black electric winter my back was always warm sleepin was so easy then i wish that it still were now in my sleepless bedroom i know that these days i m not so sure