Good Old Days Songtext
von The Abrams

Cotton candy at the county fair
Two kids on a ride throwin′ hands in the air
It's the same old story town after town
And sometimes life feels like a merry-go-round
Whoah-oh-oh
And we′re feelin' it now

Runnin' on memories
Pedal to the floor
Livin′ in the moment but we′re dyin' for more
So make ′em last, 'cause life don′t wait
Someday we're gonna say these were the good old days
Someday we′re gonna say these were the good old days
Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoah-oh-oh-oh
Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Someday we're gonna say these were the good old days


Now we're out on the highway
In a beat up van
Broke, young, in love
Drivin′ through the badlands
21 years old and we got big dreams
But the way you look at me
Is everything I need

Runnin′ on memories
Pedal to the floor
Livin' in the moment but we′re dyin' for more
So make ′em last, 'cause life don′t wait
Someday we're gonna say these were the good old days
Someday we're gonna say these were the good old days
Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoah-oh-oh-oh
Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Someday we′re gonna say these were the good old days

After all the years and miles baby, we′ve torn through
Just want to slow it on down and throw it in cruise
There's only ever one thing that I want to do
And that′s taking time, just taking time with you
(Instrumental Break)
Cotton candy at the county fair
Watchin' our kids on a ride throwin′ their hands in the air
It's the same old story town after town
We only got one life girl, we′re making it count


Memories, pedal to the floor
Livin' in the moment, don't need nothin′ more
Let′s make 'em last, ′cause life don't wait
Someday we′re gonna say these were the good old days
Someday we're gonna say these were the good old days
Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoah-oh-oh-oh
Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Someday we′re gonna say these were the good old days
Someday we're gonna say these were the good old days