Different Days

Intro: Staring at the pictures of the runaways on the wall Seems like, these days, you couldn't run away at all Even if you did, what you got to run away tox Just another drunk daddy with a white man's point of view I can see you in my mind's eye, catching light Sleep beside the river if we make it out of town tonight You can strip in Portland from the day you turn sixteen You got one thing to sell and benzodiazepine Ten years ago I might have seen you dancing in a different light, and offered up my help in different ways, but those were different days Those were different days Had a girl back home and we shared her single bed When I whispered in her ear, she believed every word I said If she didn't believe, she didn't dare give me slack Or it was "Baby, I love you, get off of my goddamn back" Time went by and I left and I left again Jesus loves a sinner but the highway loves a sin My daddy told me, I believe he told me true that: "The right thing's always the hardest thing to do" Ten years ago I might have stuck around for another night, and used her in a thousand different ways, but those were different days Those were different days And the story's only mine to live and die with The answer's only mine to come across, but the ghosts that I got scared and I got high with look a little lost Ten years ago I might have thought I didn't have the right To say the things an outlaw wouldn't say, But those were different days Those were different days Those were different days