Flying Home

Well you wish you were back in the good old days, When tomatoes were cheaper, And you never heard the words of your favorite songs Through a three inch speaker. And you never messed around with dangerous drugs, You were all getting sick on beer- And you didn't get any (unless you went steady and made out for a year). Well you can hide away honey, in your rock and roll dreams, You can stand by your blue suede shoes- But the party is over, And I'm getting tired of waiting for you.