Red sky in the morning
Should have been my first warning
That a storm was brewing
Didn't get my feet moving
Till it's too late.
Always tempting fate
Till my poor blind hope
Becomes a knotted rope
Then it hangs me,
Hangs me once again
I just can't win in these red days
Red Days
Red Days
(she loves me, she loves me not)
Your emotions change like the weather
Hot and cold, love and pain
I never know how to dress for the weather
Night or day, sun or rain
Red sky in the evening
Yeah I had a bad feeling
That a storm was coming
And though I started running
It was too late.
Always tempting fate
Then my poor blind hope
Became a twisted rope
And it hanged me,
Hanged me once again
Babe I just can't win in these red days
Red Days
Red Days