Good Old Days - Shovels & Rope

I been lookin' for a feeling I can’t find

There’s no barren wasteland like the back of my mind

Maybe it’s just that I never really made the time

Maybe it’s selfish of me to feel like I’m always bein' robbed of mine

Oh, oh

Tell me the one about the lion in the cage

I’ll sing you something from the good old days

My hair had been turned a clean white beige

It’s my solemn review

I hate myself a little more each day

I hate my fingers for the way they play

I hate I can’t think of the words I wanna say

And I hate just as I think of them, you’re already walking away

Hey, hey

Tell me the one about the lion in the cage

I’ll sing you something from the good old days

My hair had been turned a clean white beige

It’s my solemn review

I don’t even know what I’m trying to say

I wish that you could see her, I wish you coulda stayed

Now you’ve been reborn, I’m still a mouse in a maze

And I sing it out to you

Let a little time go by

Let old dogs lie

Try, try

Try

Tell me the one about the lion in the cage

I’ll sing you something from the good old days

My hair had been turned a clean white beige

It’s my solemn review

I don’t even know what I’m trying to say

I wish that you could see her, I wish you coulda stayed

Now you’ve been reborn, I’m still a mouse in a maze

And I sing it out to you