Possibility Days Counting Crows

It was a cold 3 a.m. at JFK
I guess you stayed because you wanted to stay
And we went from zero to everything all in a day
And then Kennedy took you away

I thought of a short robe that was keeping you warm
And the moments that make up your life 'til you wake up
You sit on a swing in the dark with a girl
And she tells you she wanted to kiss you

And you know The worst part of a good day
Is hearing yourself say goodbye to one more possibility day
It goes on and on

I go west but your weather has changed
You’re just scared
I mistake it for strange
When you want me to leave
Then you start to believe I should stay
But I gotta get out of LA

It seems like the short days are over
'Cause you just don't sleep in the daylight so I don't sit up nights
I lie on my back on the top of a hill
And your body is breaking the sky
Cause you're shaking
And the worst part of a good day is knowing it's slipping away
That's one more possibility day that is gone