Good Old Days

I hear the rolling thunder
Bend across the sky
In that moment I start to wonder
If I can twist the hands of time
My window on the world
Is a kicked-in door
It keeps slamming in my face
I keep coming back for more

As I grow up I turn back the clock
And think about the good old days
When we laughed and cried and we sang our songs
Held our hands while we prayed
And that's before she broke my heart
And we went our separate ways
But I still think . . . about the good old days
(Uh-huh) the good old days . . . (Uh-huh)

I thought the milk of human kindness
Would soak through my soul
I'd catch the nearest way
Hijack a leading role
Something that'll take me
Far away from here
The sun is getting thin
I'm about to disappear

As I grow up I turn back the clock
And think about the good old days (good old days)
When we laughed and cried and we sang our songs
Held our hands while we prayed (while we prayed)
And that's before she broke my heart
And we went our separate ways
But I still think . . . about the good old days

As I grow up I turn back the clock
And think about the good old days (good old days)
When we laughed and cried and we sang our songs
Held our hands while we prayed (while we prayed)
And that's before she broke my heart
And we went our separate ways
But I still think . . . about the good old

When I remember those good old days
I have to look back twice
Once to pinch myself
The other to pay the price
She used to be my virtue
Then she became my vice
But I still laugh . . . about
And I still dream . . . about
And I still think . . . about the good old days
(Uh-huh) the good old days
(Uh-huh) the good old days . . .
The good old days