Good days, bad days, I've had a few of those
Same old story, I know how this song goes
At least I did but now I'm not so sure
Nothing's in its place, nothing's certain anymore

Birds fly, trees sway, why can't I be like that?
Happy knowing what I am, in fact and I'll even be
But truth has been obscured
I am only human and I'm always wanting more

And the world is a place and they say it's on our side
But I wonder, is there comfort in those moments when we die?
Now I see, Mr. King, it was in the books you gave me
Which I read, disbelieving, thinking poets are depressed
Oh, Mr. king, I have changed, I confess

Oh, those good days I remember well
Tape on windows, winter time was hell
But it was fun and people there were kind
There was good work to be done
And I learnt to think my time

And the world was a good place and in days where I lived
I imagined life had purpose and I'd something good to give
Mr. Cave played along on the battered hallway piano
Oh, every love song a secret to be shared
Hey, Mr. King, how I wish I was back there

Now, I've got ten things lined up on a shelf
Reasons to be cheerful for myself
I don't know why you're showing me the sky
You say you see heaven, I see hell but want to try

And the world is a place and I pray it's on my side
But I'd find greater comfort if I just lay down and died
I don't know what's become of a girl who once knew sunshine
What's become of a girl who knew sorrow but was strong

Hey, Mr. King, you were right, all along
Mr. King you were right
Oh, Mr. King, you were right, I was wrong