It's not about tenements and needles
Daisy chains and school yard games
And it chars my heart to always hear you calling
I've tried so hard to keep myself from falling back into my bad old ways
Because if it's gone for you'll actually may lose it
Arcadians dream so fallen through the albion sails on course
Calling for the good old days
A list of things we said, "We'd do tomorrow"
And all the evils in their eyes and the backs of their mind
If you've lost your faith in love and music, oh, the end won't be long
'Cause there were no good old days, these are the good old days
And that would be wrong
And a list of things we said, "We'd do tomorrow"
Because we found the source, there's twelve rude boys on the road
Let us man the decks and hoist the rigging
