These Golden Days

So now I wear my reading glasses when I decide to shave But I see myself much better now than in my younger days Some people are obsessed with time Cause it rains on their parade Oh but Time is just a silver thread Woven through these Golden Days I used to know a woman, she proclaimed that she loved her man I said No, you love the idea; more but she didn't understand She imagined love like a velvet glove, that takes all the pain away: Ah but Love is just a Silver thread Woven through these Golden Days... These Golden Days are all we have, between the cracks of now and then, Every Hero, Every Villain, has a beginning, and an end So light a fire and throw your Preconceptions, and throw them onto the flame You got nothing but your Birthday Suit In these Golden Days... I met a guinine celebrity his ambition was his jail And every day he locked himself inside a fantastic FairyTale And he thought of fame like a Palckend teen headed out to the last hurray Ah but Fame, is just a silver thread, Woven through these Golden Days A gambler and a priest were paying stud one rainy day The gambler bet with his heart and his Soul and the Priest counted cards like faith He raised his eyes So the Gambler raised his stakes Saying Faith! Is just a silver thread, Woven through the Golden Days These Golden Days, are all we have, between the cracks of now and then Every King, Every Joker, has a beginning and and end So light a fire, and take your preconceptions And throw them onto the blaze You got nothing but your Birthday suit, in these Golden Days So when the song is over, and the last chord shimmers and dies I a way through darkened streets To lay me down in the strange sheets Turned my face towards the dawn And another Golden Day... Cause the future lies before us as the Past slips clean away All the fast roads and the back roads Stretched between the Hurricaine All the things we wished we'd never done And the love we hoped would stay Ah, regret is just a silver thread Woven through these golden days These Golden Days, are all we have, between the cracks of now and then Every star, every wanna-be has a beginning and an end So light a fire with all your preconceptions And throw them onto the blaze You got nothing but your Birthday suit, in these Golden Days Llight a fire, take your preconceptions and throw them onto the blaze, You got nothing but your Birthday Suit, In these Gold