Good Old Days

Good Old Days

Somebody’s singing a song from yesterday
A melody filtered through a cloud of cigarette haze
And suddenly summer seems so far away
I guess the good old days are gone

I’m sitting here wondering would a matchbox hold my soul
I’d cross the big river, but I just can’t pay the toll
The water’s so muddy; it was clear not long ago
I guess the good old days are gone

I can still see you
Coming through that sunlit door
An image
Forever etched upon my brain
But since you walked out
The sun don’t shine here anymore
When did it grow too late to start all over again?

I bought a telephone; I’ve never heard it ring
Seems all my old friends moved on to other things
I played three aces, but the dealer held four kings
I guess the good old days are gone

I can still see you
Coming through that sunlit door
An image
Forever etched upon my brain
But since you walked out
The sun don’t shine here anymore
When did it grow too late to start all over again?


Nobody knows me or half the men I’ve been
I’m disillusioned like waking from a dream
So lower the curtain, I’ve gotta change my scene
I guess the good old days are gone
I guess the good old days are gone

I guess the good old days are gone