The Good Old Days Lyrics

The Good Old Days lyrics

If Queen Boadicea is long dead and gone

Still then the spirit in her children's children's children, it lives on

If you've lost your faith in love and music, oh, the end won't be long

Because if it's gone for you'll actually may lose it

And that would be wrong



I've tried so hard to keep myself from falling back into my bad old ways

And it chars my heart to always hear you calling

Calling for the good old days

'Cause there were no good old days, these are the good old days



It's not about tenements and needles

And all the evils in their eyes and the backs of their mind

Daisy chains and school yard games

And a list of things we said, "We'd do tomorrow"

A list of things we said, "We'd do tomorrow"



Arcadians dream so fallen through the albion sails on course

Let us man the decks and hoist the rigging

Because we found the source, there's twelve rude boys on the road



To the good old days