G.o.d. (good Old Days)

Fastball

I've been thinking about the good old day



Decorated in a candy glaze



Each pretty ink blot panel



Tells a different tale



Each photo on the mantel



Sweet memories that never will go stale



I've been climbing up the walls again



Living with a memory that might have been



So pick me up on a weekday night



We'll get together and ride around in



The black and white



I've been thinking about the good old days



My silly clothes and my silly ways



Each drunken drugstore purchase



Each chemical advance



Seven days a weekend



Everday the same old dizzy dance