Good Old Days

I went back home the other day To see some old friends that i used to know It was strange to see that all has changed Just like me my hometown had to grow On lazy sunday afternoons We used to drive around the neighborhood But as i looked around i see Nothing really looks the way it should There's a parking lot where the church used to be And the old town drunk changed his ways Still my mind goes wandering down memory lane Looking out for the good old days My highschool sweetheart's married off With two kids and another on the way And the coach i hardly recognized His thick black hair has slowly turned to grey All the debutantes and the homecoming queens Have taken kids on to raise Still my mind goes wandering down memory lane Looking out for the good old days When i find myself romancing now The way that it used to be I can't help thinking someday That it's coming back to me And i never was the kind To see the forest forming trees Looking back on yesterday Never was my favorite thing to do But that's okay it's just as well It seems there's less to hold on to There's a parking lot where the church used to be And the old town drunk changed his ways Still my mind goes wandering down memory lane Well i hope it's a passing phase Oh yeah Looking back at the good old days