Good Old Days

I went back home the other day

To see some old friends that I used to know

It was strange to see what all had changed

But just like me my hometown had to grow

On lazy Sunday afternoons

We used to drive around the neighborhood

But as I look around I see

That nothing really looks the way it should

There's a parking lot where the church used to be

And the old town drunk changed his ways

Still my mind goes wandering down memory lane

Looking 'round for the good old days

My high-school sweetheart's married off

With two kids and another on the way

And my coach I hardly recognized

His thick black hair has slowly turned to grey

All the debutantes and the homecoming queen

Have taken kids on to raise

Still my mind goes wandering down memory lane

Looking 'round for the good old days

When I find myself romancing now

Of the way that it used to be

I can't help thinking someday

That it's coming back to me

But I've never been the kind

To see the forest for the trees

Looking back on yesterday

Never was my favorite thing to do

But that's OK it's just as well

It's seems as though there's less to hold on to

There's a parking lot where the church used to be

And the old town drunk changed his ways

Still my mind goes wandering down memory lane

Looking 'round for the good old days