Underneath the heat of the heavy grey sky   I thought about last night   I thought about last night   Wind danced your hair over and away from your eyes   We were all dressed to the nines   We were all dressed to the nines      And I wonder what we will make of these days of ours   In the future, what we will make of these days of ours      As we rode through the streets at dawn   My hand was in yours   My hand was in yours   Wretched and misty   Who knows where this leads?   Where all of this may lead?      And I wonder what we will make of these days of ours   In the future, what we will make of these days of ours   These days of ours   These days of ours   These days of ours   These days of ours