Fastball - G.O.D. (Good Old Days) Lyrics

I've been thinking 'bout the good old days
Decorated in a candy glaze
Each pretty ink blot pane
L tells a different tale

Each photo on the mantle, sweet memories that never will go stale
I've been climbing up the walls again
Living with a memory that might have been

So pick me up on a weekday night
We get together and ride around in a black and white
I've been thinking 'bout the good old days
My silly clothes and my silly ways
Each drunken drugstore purchase, each chemical advance
Seven days a weekend and every day the same old dizzy dance

So pick me up on a weekday night
We get together and ride around in a black and white
I've been thinking 'bout the good old days
My silly clothes and my silly ways
Each drunken drugstore purchase, each chemical advance
Seven days a weekend and every day the same old dizzy dance

Every day the same old dizzy dance
Every day the same old dizzy dance