Good Old Days

I long for the days when a willow called my name

Guided by shadows to a haven in the shade

The whispers of time like Chicago wind

Life's gentle moments feel so far away

When those songs don't sound the same

Cause I never understood the pain

I act in my solemn ways

Just to remember those good old days

Back then I pissed my pants

Giving speeches in front of girls in class

But now I've got a beer in my hand

And probably plenty more

Cause life's gone too fast

When those songs don't sound the same

Cause I never understood the pain

I act in my solemn ways

Just to remember those good old days