Bad Days

I knew the weather was supposed to turn gray but I didn`t know it`d never go away until I answered when my telephone rang bad days coming my way `cause I heard my baby saying she`s gonna be leaving me bad days must be on my tracks `cause I heard my baby saying she won`t be coming back bad days followed by those awful nights I could`ve told you she was tired of my ways I had no more surprises up my sleeve but when she went away it sure surprised me, oh bad days must be on my back `cause I sense my baby`s never she`s never coming back bad days must be here to stay `cause it seems so long since she, since she went away bad days and always those awful nights So this morning when I slept so late I couldn`t move beneath the heavy weight I heard somebody at my backyard gate, oh there she was coming through the haze saying, "Hold me, baby, and I hope I`m not too late" bad days are never coming again because I heard my baby say she`s, she`s never leaving me happy days and no more of those awful nights