Good Old Days
Lyrics
I been lookin' for a feeling I can't find
There's no barren wasteland like the back of my mind
Maybe it's just that I never really made the time
Maybe it's selfish of me to feel like I'm always bein' robbed of mine
Oh, oh
Tell me the one about the lion in the cage
I'll sing you something from the good old days
My hair had been turned a clean white beige
It's my solemn review
I hate myself a little more each day
I hate my fingers for the way they play
I hate I can't think of the words I wanna say
And I hate just as I think of them, you're already walking away
Hey, hey
Tell me the one about the lion in the cage
I'll sing you something from the good old days
My hair had been turned a clean white beige
It's my solemn review
I don't even know what I'm trying to say
I wish that you could see her, I wish you coulda stayed
Now you've been reborn, I'm still a mouse in a maze
And I sing it out to you
Let a little time go by
Let old dogs lie
Try, try
Try
Tell me the one about the lion in the cage
I'll sing you something from the good old days
My hair had been turned a clean white beige
It's my solemn review
I don't even know what I'm trying to say
I wish that you could see her, I wish you coulda stayed
Now you've been reborn, I'm still a mouse in a maze
And I sing it out to you
Writer(s): Cary Ann Hearst, Michael Trent Robinson
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
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