Texty: Scott Grimes. Livin on the Run. Four Piece Band.

Remember the old days
The years when we had it all
We'd sit in the backyard
Played until nightfall

See I was the front man, with a strat hanging way down low
We'd sit in a hard chair, sit there playing to the radio

We were young and wild and hopeless and free
Taking a break from all we could be
I know we'll never be that way again

Those were the days when we were young
Just a four-piece band and the time we had in the morning sun
Well we all know we had these dreams
They were lost along the way
Those were the days when we were young


It was Saturday afternoon
Ten past three I can never remember
She was wearing a white dress
I told her that I'd never forget her

Then I said something I'll never forget
She was mine I was hers, no regrets
Then I watched her walk away
There was nothing more to say

Then my senses came to me this one fine day
That you had no ties that bind you was all I could pray