All my days are numbered All my days Oh what a daze I'm under Oh what a daze
They Saw each other looking, she was perching, he was standing tall A shotgun wedding and a baby coming in the fall Forty years later she's burying what he gave her with a cross She had his good suit pressed wishing she could come along
We all want to live forever At least die together Our hope, this won't be The End.
They tell her, "keep believing that the good lord will receive him well" That's all that's left, as far as she can tell "It's anybody's guess where we're finally put to rest in the end, you best live well while you can, while you can"
All my days are numbered All my days. Oh what a daze I'm under Oh what a daze