The Wonder Licks - Better Days Lyrics

A young man walks across the avenue
Headed to Miss Adams' Westside loft
What's a peasant's son like him supposed to do
When a woman sleeps in golden cloth?

He takes his news he takes his magazines
He takes his route to Downing Street
He walks until he sees her chateau door
And whistles all along the way

Better days, better days, better days on the way
Better days, better days, better days on the way

Young woman wakes before the sun can rise
To watch her world step into view
A most peculiar site to feel concrete
Beneath a sole-less diamond shoe

She reads her news she reads her magazines
She loves the world she cannot know
The news he brings her speaks of time gone by
But she looks on to better days

Better days, better days, better days on the way
Better days, better days, better days on the way
Better days, better days, better days on the way
Better days, better days, better days on the way