Glories of Old

Risin’ rusty, feelin’ busted, gotta get to work on time
Lately I’ve been feeling something every time I roll down 235
Cuz I still remember the days when the world was measured by the summer’s end
And freedom was not a word we considered cuz we were too damn busy living it

Oh my dream hasn’t died
Just this life done gone and stood on its head
And I pray there may be time
Just to get me back some glories of old

Back road smoochin’, late night cruisin’
“How’d I get this bra on my head?”
Lord knows I’ve made better choices right after the ones that didn’t leave me dead
Cuz this little corner of heaven was where I could skin my knees and it’d be ok
And fear was not a word we considered cuz we were too damn stupid anyway

Oh my dream hasn’t died
Just this life done gone and stood on its head
And I pray there may be time
Just to get me back some glories of old

Days of reckless abandon
Those perfect times, we never planned ’em
And as the stories get told our glories always seem larger than life…

Gimme back those…
Bonfires, Old Style, Born to be Wild
Camp outs, make outs, all hours scream ‘n shout
And the people say, “Ohhh….ohhh ohhhh! Oh yeah yeah…”

Risin’ rusty, feelin’ busted
They sayy that’ is just, how it goes
I won’t always be twentysomething
But that doesn’t mean I gotta let go

Oh my dream is still alive
Just this life done gone and stood on his head
And I pray, oh god I pray there may be time to get me back those glories of old
Now don’t ya know I’m talking about those days of reckless abandon
Those perfect times, we never could planned ’em
And as the stories get told our glories always seem larger than life…

Lyrics by Christopher English, ©2017 All rights reserved.