These Are The Days

These are the days that we'll remember
Middle of August, waiting for September
Spanning out across the green grass
As far as we can see
No one to tell us what to do
No one to tell us how to be

These are the days that we'll remember
Cigarette cherry, a burning ember
Going a bit to fast
And now it's over
These are the days that we'll remember

We were spinning out of control
And now we're much to old
To go back and change things
And though it seems bad now
I wouldn't change a thing
I'd go back and do it all again
Without a regret.