On a day as good as this
I should be roaming wild and free
instead of on this path of lonely
for all eternity

On a day as good as this
I should be hanging with the trees
In my arms you should be wrapped tightly
foreboding ancient memories

Can you smell the spirits in the air?
Can you smell the spirits in the air?
Can you smell the spirits in the air?

And before you realize it'll be another day gone
with no hands of time to hold onto
I'm a chooser not a beggar
On a day as good as this.