Better Days Ahead Songtext
von Dan Potthast

Do you remember back when
We rode the bus to the stadium
The bleacher seat line wrapped around the block
You cut in line and waved us up
No one would ever stop
You′re so old, we're so young
Better days ahead


Two dollar bills and spring tours
Cigarettes and stacks of quarters
Your kitchen table covered with your pills
Prescriptions unfulfilled
Your hands they look so old
But your heart stays so young

Better days ahead
Better days ahead
Better days ahead
Better days ahead

Do you remember back when
We rode the bus to the stadium
The bleacher seat line wrapped around the block


Do you remember back when
We were so tight, such good friends
And not just tolerating each day
In our own ways
How many more days can we each take
Better days ahead