Seven Days Lyrics

Frank Black

Like seven players who had no cheer

Seven summers grown
The seven ways to all my tears
On my way back home
From seven years in seven days

Seven days will get you there
Seven plates of corn
I won't pray to get me there
Get there on my own

Going yonder where I was born
The place where I was partly raised
Going yonder where I was born
The place where I was partly raised