Mojave 3 - Most Days lyrics

She was a hummingbird song She fluttered her wings but she would not come in And I threw my weight at the door But she held her ground and she would not come in And some days I'm better than most Most days I'm tied to the posts Was so bad at being bad Baddest bad boy, that's a fact She said she was born a traveller I said I knew as she ran out the door Our love is like old money Somewhere out there, somewhere out in the past She was a hummingbird song She floated nice but she would not come in No I would think of her daily I praise the Lord that I knew her waiting And most days I'm better than most Some days I'm tied to the posts Was so bad at being bad The baddest bad boy, that's a fact And some days I'm better than most Most days I'm tied to the posts She said she was born a traveller I said I knew as she ran out the door I said "I won't let you go" She said "boy, you know, you're just clutching a straw" She was a hummingbird song She fluttered her wings but she would not come in And I threw my weight at the door But she held her ground and she would not come in And most days I'm better than most Some days I'm tied to the posts Yeah, most days I'm better than most Most days I'm tied to the posts