Good Ol' Days

Everybody talks about the good ol' days

So longingly

But upon further inspection

Things might not've been as good as they seemed

Everybody talks about the good ol' days

How the grass was oh so green

While skipping right over

All the grime in the cracks between

Me and my baby

All our hassles used to go unseen

But now we can't even stay on

The same page from A to Z

Good ol' days

Oh lord, they're calling me

Good ol' days

Find yourself an old blind prophet

And ask them what they see

Everybody talking 'bout the good ol' days

So longingly

But the harder we look at them

The harder they truly seemed

C'mon!

Good ol' days

Oh lord, they're calling for me

Good ol' days

Turns out the old blind prophet

Truly couldn't see

Everybody talking 'bout the good ol' days

So longingly

But all them silver-lined purses

Are starting to burst at the seams

No, I ain't saying we ain't got no problems presently

Ooh, all I'm saying is long as we've got

Two shoes on our feet

Sure makes it hard to get mad about this or that

Hard to get sad about a trivial fact

When the fact of the matter is

All that really matters is still intact

Would everybody preaching 'bout the good ol' days

Shut up already?

No more histories rife with short-term memories

Good ol' days

Oh lord, they're stalling for me

Good ol' days

Yeah well I'm starting to find that

The present's just fine by me

Everybody talking 'bout the good ol' days

So longingly

But at last glance, I must confess

At last glance, they were truly a mess

At last glance, they were doing their best but

At last glance, they might not've been as good as they seemed

But they sure knew how to end a song!