The Good Old Days

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