My Longer Days

My Longer Days

Alone on quiet streets, out walking,
someone calls my name.
On the wind, familiar voices
call me back, again.

Resting in my quiet moments,
something seems to last.
Meanwhile in this busy lifetime,
the days go rushin' past.

That ain't the way it used to be, no,
ain't that way no more.
That ain't the way it used to seem to me, no,
ain't that way no more.

Light growin' on the east horizon,
oh, must be the dawn.
Light fadin' on the western skyline,
now the light is gone.

That ain't the way it used to be, no,
what's happened to the day?
That ain't the way it used to seem to me, no,
in my longer days.
In my longer days.

Lookin' back across my shoulder,
oh, that road is gone.
Lookin' at the path before me,
I love this road I'm on.

Never been like this before now,
never been like this.
Never felt like this before now,
never felt like this.

That ain't the way it used to be, no,
what's happened to the day?
That ain't the way it used to seem to me, no,
in my longer days.
In my longer days.

Never felt like this.
In my longer days.
Never felt like this,
never felt like this.
In my longer days.

© Mark Gregory Petrie / Mystic Dream Merchants Publishing / ASCAP