The years, they pass, not even memories can last The young trees have grown strong and thick Their layers form to shield the soft wood from the storm And they die, but not as quick
I was walking in through town, actually I was asleep on the ground When I thought I heard a horseman in the air His black cape hung like a drape on the sun But I don't like to stare
Ah, old days Ah, old days Ah, old days are here again
When the icebergs are all gone and the horseman's on your lawn Flood waters have taken your home They'll find sketches of you, etched into the ruins Of a fortune told in ancient Rome
I don't mean to despair, in fact, I don't really even care I know how to take things in stride I'll sleep in a box until each shotgun gets cocked And every last living thing has died
Ah, old days Ah, old days Ah, old days are here again