The good ol’ days
When naptime was the best time
You would always fall asleep to a nursery rhyme
And climbing trees would leave you with
Bruised skin and skinned knees
The good ol’ days
when everything was an adventure
You would always move the couches and all of the furniture
And play lava, build forts, and get into all
Sort of trouble
The good ol’ days
When your best friend was a teddy bear
You would take him to school and nobody would care
And now you’re learning how to share
And you think it’s not fair
For life to ever be this way
The good ol’ days
When it was plain and simple to see
That you didn’t have to worry about what you really wanted to be
Or what you wear
The color of your hair
Or even if you were allowed to swear
Where has the time gone?
The good ol’ days
I’m losing that sight
These colorful photos are turning to black and white
Those memories will soon fade
But oh how much I’d pay
To just go back to the good ol’ days