Our four thousand dollar days are over And we're back fishing dimes from the jar We say goodbye to buying wine and roses And goodbye to throwing dough on the bar One of us picks up a clover And the other one patiently prays For skies that are blue and the return anew Of the four thousand dollar days. Once I had four thousand reasons For thanking the good Lord above But my fortunes changed with the seasons And now misery fits like a glove There's a leafless tree in the meadow And a ditch where a Model T lays And I'm crying because it ain't like it was In the four thousand dollar days Our four thousand dollar days are over And we're back wishing upon a star One of us stands in the shoulder While the other one heats up the car Lately the air has grown colder And the skies are all ashes and grays And we are the ones with the memories of suns Of the four thousand dollar days We are the ones with the memories of suns Of the four thousand dollar days