Oooh oooh oooh golden years, golden years

Ooooh oooh oooh Golden years return

I still have technicoloured dreams, clear as day every little thing

And its up up up sky turns into black, I can’t stop can’t let it be for real

You can’t see, deserts for the trees, just one drop and its back on top of me

And I’m down down down deep below the sea, close your eye’s and don’t let it be for real

Audrey’s wearing black, Marilyn’s in New York, jimmy deans driving home

I see the golden years return

Ooooh oooh oooh golden years golden years

Ooooh oooh oooh golden years return

When I close my eyes almost feels the same, blue skies sunshine money in my hand.

Blue skies sunshine money in my hand

And I’m sure there’s times you wish you could return, home again and let it all just burn

And its up up up sky turns into black, I got two skins now, sure does feel for real

Can, t let it be for real

Audrey’s wearing black, Marylin’s in New York, Jimmy Deans driving home,

I see the golden years return

You can’t see the desert for the trees, just one drop and its back on top of me.

And I’m down down down deep below the sea, close your eyes and just let it be for real

Don’t let it be oh be for real, don’t let it be oh be for real