Bad Nachos

I remember the days, with quarters in my hand
Heading to the arcade, something you'll never understand
Pac-Man and Galaga, the games we used to play
Rivalries with strangers, we'd battle every day

Oh, I miss the glow, from those screens at night
Lighting up our world, in the neon light
The carpets underfoot, the late-night scenes
Bad nachos in hand, living out our dreams

The sound of coins dropping, the clink and the clatter
High scores on the board, nothing else would matter
We'd stay till closing time, lost in the game
Every win and every loss, never quite the same

The glow from the screen, a beacon in the dark
Lit up our imaginations, left a lasting mark
In those arcades, we found our place
A world of wonder, we could never replace

Oh, I miss the glow, from those screens at night
Lighting up our world, in the neon light
The carpets underfoot, the late-night scenes
Bad nachos in hand, living out our dreams

The rivalry was fierce, but the friendships grew
In the arcade's embrace, we all knew
From the sticky floors to the flashing lights
Those were the days, those were the nights

Now the arcades are gone, just memories remain
But the joy they brought, will always sustain
I miss the old days, the laughter and the fun
In the glow of the screens, we were all one

Oh, I miss the glow, from those screens at night
Lighting up our world, in the neon light
The carpets underfoot, the late-night scenes
Bad nachos in hand, living out our dreams