Good Days - Jam in the Van, Smoke Season

Oh, the years flew by

Now we don’t believe in anyone

Looser ties

Until we lost control

I think it’s time to go

Where the good days have gone

Go, where the good days have gone

In time, even the boldest will be fine lines

Like the wrinkles on our skin

Signs from the outside looking in

A tear rolls down your chin

I bet we won’t believe it

Till age is here and breaking down the door

I find myself reaching for more

Going back to what’s in store

Oh, the years flew by

Now we don’t believe in anyone

Looser ties

Till we lost control

I think it’s time to go

Where the good days have gone

Go, where the good days have gone

If I knew that nothing else would be like

All the nights we let ourselves go

Well then I would have held them close

Closer than I did

I guess they might have warned us

That youth would flee without so much as a goodbye

I found myself reaching for more

Going back to what we know

Oh, the years flew by

Now we don’t believe in anyone

Looser ties

Till we lost control

I think it’s time to go

Where the good days have gone

Go, where the good days have gone

Where I’m here with you

Where the good days have gone

Oh, the years flew by

Now we don’t believe in anyone

Looser ties

Till we lost control

I think it’s time to go

Where the good days have gone

Go, where the good days have gone

Where I’m here with you

Where I’m here with you

Where the good days have gone

Where the good days have gone