Letra de Not So Sure

There was a time
When I heard you
Callin' out my name
But these days
I'm not so sure
When the room went dark
And your voice was gone
I heard you all the same
But these days
I'm not so sure
I knew I could remember
Your bedroom and your touch
But these days
I'm not so sure
Definitely was the word I used
Far too much
'Cause these days
I'm not so sure
I bummed expensive cigarettes
I wrote John Steinbeck's books
I undressed someone's daughter
And then complained about her looks
Stealin' was so easy then
I wish that it still were
Now as I pick my own pocket
I know that these days
I'm not so sure
The church was my kitchen
The world was my church
But these days
I'm not so sure
The choirs I would listen
Through briers I would search
But these days
I'm not so sure
I sacrificed my sister
I prayed my own soul to keep
I told my dying father
That a man should never weep
Breathin' was so easy then
I wish that it still were
Now as the breeze just makes me colder
I know that these days
I'm not so sure
So if you see me trippin'
I've forgotten how to walk
And I spend my days
Wishin' after her
My steps are without rhythm
And her name is drawn in chalk
'Cause these days
I'm not so sure
I drank my wine for breakfast
Every mornin' I was born
In the black, electric winter
My back was always warm
Sleepin' was so easy then
I wish that it still were
Now in my sleepless bedroom
I know that these days
I'm not so sure