Roaring Days Lyrics

Roaring Days lyrics

(Thomas) Trams pass me out on St. Kilda Road, Drizzle wet and slow, like
thinking, Oh oh, take me down into Young and Jacksons We'll do a bit of serious
drinking. Lean on bar, hands in the pockets, Drain those glasses down like
rockets. Call this history? But what could we ever really know, Of you? In your
Roaring Days, In your Roaring Days, In your Roaring Days, What could we ever
really know? In your hard day the world was oh, so very wide Poets were people
still.. And though I'm young, I am so, oh so very tired Couldn't count the
tears I have cried I think of London, I think of Mudgee, Think I'll stay and
fight. So it's set them up, And we will dream tonight, Henry. Of your Roaring
Days, Of your Roaring Days, Of your Roaring Days, What could we ever really
know? Of your Roaring Days, Of your Roaring Days, Of your Roaring Days, What
could we ever really know? In these Roaring Days, In these Roaring Days, In our
Roaring Days, What could we ever really know? What did you ever have to show?