I stepped into the place with tired eyes, tired eyes
To meet a man named Farrell there
That was the plan- to meet Farrell and then

All of my days, my days of dreaming
All of my days of dreaming would pay

I must have had my last drink too soon
I could have slipped under the wheels
Of any woman in that room
And all that cash was burning a hole
Through my jeans, right to my soul

All of my days...

I must have made my last bet too large
Maybe on the wrong table, or with the wrong cards
'Cos next thing I knew, I was down on the floor
Twitching 'neath the barrel of Farrell's 44

All of my days...

Oh baby, I'm sorry
I don't know what else to say
Guess I can't be trusted with nothing
I just dream it all away