Fastball God (good Old Days) Lyrics

God (good Old Days) Lyrics

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