GLORY DAZE

Good times at The Gold Line

I watch his paper hands squeeze a fresh lime

And he says, spin that record again

You know that guy was my friend

A bartender with a fake smile, nodding

While Frankie talks about a past life, we got it

He swore in 78

LA was better those days

Well, everything is passing me by, they keep on saying

While everything is passing me by, I keep on waving

Promise when I'm older, all my stories aren't of better days

I act like I'm all grown up and pretend I have something to say

I've been searching for a meaning, but I'd trad it for attention and wealth

Baby, lately I've been thinking that these glory days are bad for my health

Empty glass with a dead rind, Frankie

Drops a tip and waves a goodnight

And now I'm at the end of the bar

Wondering where you are

I caught your smile in the glass rack

But I stopped myself before I looked back

I never started believing in ghosts 'til you left me on the coast

Well, everything is passing me by, they keep on saying

While everything is passing me by, I keep on waving

Promise when I'm older, all my stories aren't of better days

I act like I'm all grown up and pretend I have something to say

I've been searching for a meaning, but I'd trad it for attention and wealth

Baby, lately I've been thinking that these glory days are bad for my health

And everyone else