G.O.D. (good old days) — текст песни (Fastball)

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