Lyrics The Good Old Days - Philip Bowen

We used to skip our class on Fridays, to play football at the beach
Pile up in my buddy's truck, and cruise down route 60
We'd sneak a cigar at the old pier park, and call out at the moon
We were living in the good old days, and we didn't have a clue

Yeah, Old time flows like a river, rolling over every stone
Smoothing all the edges, dark and deep in the unknown
I wish someone could've shown us, in the golden light of youth
That we were living in the good old days, but we didn't have a clue

Back when my grandmas were still living, I had no bills to hold me down,
We were staying cool in the swimming pool, at the end of our small town
Now the years keep marching onward, and we'd rather watch the news
And say it's nothing like the good old days, when we didn't have a clue

Yeah, Old time flows like a river, rolling over every stone
Smoothing all the edges, dark and deep in the unknown
I wish someone could've shown us, in the golden light of youth
That we were living in the good old days, but we didn't have a clue

On and on and on and on if goes
On and on and on and on it flows
I wish someone could've shown us, in the golden light of youth
That we were living in the good old days, but we didn't have a clue

Yeah, Old time flows like a river, rolling over every stone
Smoothing all the edges, dark and deep in the unknown
I wish someone could've shown us, in the golden light of youth
That we were living in the good old days, but we didn't have a clue
We were living in the good old days, but we didn't have a clue