[Verse 1]
Thinking about the better days
As I grind upon the sunshine rays
Flip trick seven-twenty, keep my balance
Grind my board like I'm falling into space
[Pre-Chorus]
Scuffed-up shoes and a pocket full of change
Every near miss taught me how to rearrange
I don't need a map when the pavement calls my name
One more try, and I'm airborne again
[Chorus]
Better days, better days, I can feel them on the way
Rolling past the cracks, refusing to decay
Better days, better days, with the whole world in my face
I keep my balance while I'm falling into space
[Verse 2]
Thinking about the better days
As I grind upon the sunshine rays
Backside turn with the wheels still humming
Laughing when the landing comes undone
[Bridge]
If I hit the ground, I know the ground
If I lose the line, I turn around
No perfect run, no finish tape
Just another chance to reshape
[Chorus]
Better days, better days, I can feel them on the way
Rolling past the cracks, refusing to decay
Better days, better days, with the whole world in my face
I keep my balance while I'm falling into space
[Outro]
Thinking about the better days
Still grinding through the sunshine rays