LYRIC FOR SALE

By Torrey Hagens

Song “Good old days”

Jump on your bike and cruise the neighborhood.
Wind in our hair never felt so good.
Go to the creek and splash around.
Mom was never happy with the treasures we found.
When the streetlights came on it was time to head home.
Then we’d call up our friends on our rotary phone.

CHORUS
Sitting here daydreaming about the past.
So many years ago. It went so fast.
I’d give anything to go back in time.
Cruise around on that Huffy I could stop on a dime.
Picking up tadpoles and jumping in mud.
Scraping up your arm and licking the blood.
Life has changed in so many ways.
But man, those were the good old days.
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Throwing rocks at your window trying not to wake your dad.
Sitting on your back pouch. I miss those talks we had.
I always thought that you were the one.
But if I leaned in for a kiss maybe you’d run.
Then one day you moved, and I lost my chance.
So much for young love and romance.

CHORUS
Sitting here daydreaming about the past.
So many years ago. It went so fast.
I’d give anything to go back in time.
Cruise around on that Huffy I could stop on a dime.
Picking up tadpoles and jumping in mud.
Scraping up your arm and licking the blood.
Life has changed in so many ways.
But man, those were the good old days.
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There is something about driving by Scotty’s old place.
Memories come rushing back. My heart starts to race.
Friday night lights and football games.
I took my shot, and it went up in flames.
I knew I never had a chance, but I had to try.
Didn’t even play in the game but left with a black eye.




CHORUS
Sitting here daydreaming about the past.
So many years ago. It went so fast.
I’d give anything to go back in time.
Cruise around on that Huffy I could stop on a dime.
Picking up tadpoles and jumping in mud.
Scraping up your arm and licking the blood.
Life has changed in so many ways.
But man, those were the good old days.
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Spending the night with a friend.
I remember praying those days would never end.
Saturday morning wake up with cartoons on.
That’s the last time I remember liking to wake up before dawn.
The smell of pancakes and French toast.
Those are some of the things I miss most.


CHORUS
Sitting here daydreaming about the past.
So many years ago. It went so fast.
I’d give anything to go back in time.
Maybe lean in for that kiss and cross that line.
Now it’s just what ifs and could have beens.
God, I miss the innocence and my friends.
Lives changed in so many ways.
But man, those were the good old days.
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