good old days Lyrics by Henry Moodie
My mother told me, “Don’t you wait for better times”
You’ll never find them if you’re standing in the line
Always remember how to live, not just survive
And even on my worst nights I trust that I’ll be fine
‘Cause oh
Someday when I grow old
With most of my story told
I’ll look at the life I made and say
Let me tell you about the good old days
Every memory and dumb mistake
Yeah, I’m talking about
The late nights, the good time, the mess that I made
Those were the good old days
The good old days
Too many people in this world that I can please
Too many versions of myself that I could be
I don’t want to let my fear decide what’s right for me
Before I lose the control, I’m gonna take the driver’s seat
‘Cause oh
Someday when I grow old
With most of my story told
I’ll look at the life I made and say
Let me tell you about the good old days
Every memory and dumb mistake
Yeah, I’m talking about
The late nights, the good times, the mess that I made
Those were the good old days
Let me tell you about my first heartbreak
And the ones that took the tears away
Yeah, I’m talking about
The drunk text, the regrets, the dreams that I chase
Those were the good old days
The good old days
I know, I know these are the good old days
I know, I know these are the good old days
I know, I know these are the good old days
Those were the good old
These are the good old days