Catch 22

There's a picture of me in an old wood frame that's fadin

Long hair hangin' with a big grin on my face

Lord those kind of days I guess they just stop makin

Too soon they're gone, gone without a trace

Sometimes I wish I could run back to the fire of my youth

Burn up those days and nights, I'd like to light that fuse

Yeah, capture that time when I was I was in my prime

I'd never ever turn it loose

That's what I'd do

If I could catch 22, catch 22

Oooh, oooh

I got an attic full of memories in cardboard boxes

Motel keys to rooms from a hundred towns

There's an old Fender guitar in the case in my closet

Every time I pick it up I can still hear the noise of the crowd

Sometimes I wish I could run back to the fire of my youth

Burn up those days and nights, I'd like to light that fuse

Yeah, capture that time when I was I was in my prime

I'd never ever turn it loose

That's what I'd do

If I could catch 22, catch 22

Yeah sometimes I wish I could run back to the fire of my youth

Burn up those days and nights, I'd like to light that fuse

Yeah, capture that time when I was I was in my prime

And step inside them old rattlesnake boots

That's what I'd do

If I could catch 22, catch 22

Oooh, oooh

Catch 22

Oooh