Better Days

He was dreaming of his memories He was not himself Trying looking for a different answer Thinking of someone else The writings on the wall A burning game of cards in his hand Ain't it simple when it's black or white It's easy to understand The flying ace Heading straight for disaster He lost his way Thought he was going faster Still Looking for Better days Still Looking for Better days Still Looking for Better days Still Looking for Better days Going under with no place to fall He's trying to stay afloat He was dreaming of a better ending Living for higher hopes A ringing telephone Mistaken caller on the line He was speechless like he turned to stone Nothing could cross his mind The flying ace Heading straight for disaster He lost his way Thought he was going faster Still Looking for Better days Still Looking for Better days Still Looking for Better days Still Looking for Better days Still Looking for Better days Still Looking for Better days