"These Days" lyrics

Grey skies in my mind
Drunk on the sunshine
Ain't no debating the truth

Out walking alleys
Peaks and the valleys
Pacing the halls of my youth

Double back in your Cadillac
But the monkey on your back's
Bringing you down

Them fur coat blues
Same old shoes
Heavy hammer dues
Hanging around

I'm getting down these days

I heard a story
A man in his glory
Digging a line in the sand

Dance with the devil
But you can't keep it level
And the grains start to slip through your hand

What a sight to see
Wild menagerie
One two three all coming down

Though I try
To toe that line
I got a heavy mind hanging around
I'm getting down these days