The Good Old Days

I come home from work again, The night is young but i'm still late. Walking in my new black boots, Trying to catch my pursuits. I hum on a brand new tune, Smelling from that cheap perfume, Hidding all the coffee and ciggarettes. I think of The good old days, the good old days, The good old days, that we used to spend together. The good old days, the good old days, The good old days, that we used to spend together. Running 'round the super markets, Drinking wine from the bottles, Singing loud, right at your face. Our hair grown, our jeans have torn, Wildchilds that have just been born, Waiting for random people to meet. The good old days, the good old days, The good old days, that we used to spend together. The good old days, the good old days, The good old days, that we used to spend together. Victory, there is no need, Forget your underwear we're free. Let me touch you were the sun can't see. As I walk the streets tonight, Thinking about the do's and why's, I know that I'm surely missing The good old days, the good old days, The good old days, that we used to spend together. The good old days, the good old days, The good old days, that we used to spend together.