Your bright and shining star fell a little short of glory
And left you wondering where you are, where you are
While you're down there in the trenches, trying to pick up all the pieces
As you're sifting through the ashes, beware: the past is buried there

And it's a, a good day
It's a, a good day
Yeah, it's a good day here, now.

It's hard to make amends with crimes that have no rhyme or reason
Well, how could you know where to begin, where to begin
While you're down there in the trenches, trying to pick up all the pieces
As you're sifting through the ashes, beware: the past is buried there.

And it's a good day
It's a, a good day
It's a, a good day
A good day
It's a good day
Yeah, it's a good day here, now.