I've been leaving for a while now
I can't seem to make it past that county line
I've been running through these streets with Colorado on my mind
Tell my dying days I ain't coming home
Indiana's been my home
Another love I've jaded with my ways
I've been running through these streets
I've been losing track of days
And my veins are flying their white flag
In the alleyways, he whistled in the dark
Light rolls through the smoke
Or the smoke through the light
Or the stars
I've been living down in Brookside
And here living ain't an easy thing to do
I thought a lot about dying
Oh lord I've been crying
But I see mountains when I close my eyes
Now I'm getting older
And I feel I've missed my train
The days of old have left and gone away
So tell my dying days I ain't coming home, No
I've been running through my city
With the mountains on my mind
The Circle City Bandit - Days of Ol' Lyrics
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I've been leaving for a while now
I can't seem to make it past that county line
I've been running through these streets with Colorado on my mind
Tell my dying days I ain't coming home
Indiana's been my home
Another love I've jaded with my ways
I've been running through these streets
I've been losing track of days
And my veins are flying their white flag
In the alleyways, he whistled in the dark
Light rolls through the smoke
Or the smoke through the light
Or the stars
I've been living down in Brookside
And here living ain't an easy thing to do
I thought a lot about dying
Oh lord I've been crying
But I see mountains when I close my eyes
Now I'm getting older
And I feel I've missed my train
The days of old have left and gone away
So tell my dying days I ain't coming home, No
I've been running through my city
With the mountains on my mind
I can't seem to make it past that county line
I've been running through these streets with Colorado on my mind
Tell my dying days I ain't coming home
Indiana's been my home
Another love I've jaded with my ways
I've been running through these streets
I've been losing track of days
And my veins are flying their white flag
In the alleyways, he whistled in the dark
Light rolls through the smoke
Or the smoke through the light
Or the stars
I've been living down in Brookside
And here living ain't an easy thing to do
I thought a lot about dying
Oh lord I've been crying
But I see mountains when I close my eyes
Now I'm getting older
And I feel I've missed my train
The days of old have left and gone away
So tell my dying days I ain't coming home, No
I've been running through my city
With the mountains on my mind
Writer: Will Smeltzer
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