Good Old Days

from Urban Waltzes

Written by: Alex Shelbourne

I’ve been afraid of sleepin’ these days

So one dark haze is all I see

I guess I just can’t face the man

I dreamed to be

My clothes hang loose like I’m shrinkin’ to the floor

The mirror shows a man that I don’t know

Thinking “will my life like all before

Just come and go?”

Take me back where I used to be

Back when I was still me

When I was young and free

Do the best years of a life reveal themselves at last

Only when they’ve passed? Or will more find me?

Am I done? Is every happy day I’m owed

On the beaten road

Are the good old days ahead or behind me?

Why can’t I feel the passin’ of time

‘Til Summer’s already faded into Fall

From a brand new love every day

To none at all

Take me back to where I used to be

Back when I was still me

When I was young and free

Do the best years of a life reveal themselves at last

Only when they’ve passed? Or will more find me?

Has my heart held everything that it can hold?

‘Cause I’m gettin’ old

Are the good old days ahead or behind me?

When did I grow old?

Why did I let life pass me by

Deciding not to try?

Where did I miss things?

How could I not know

That you were the one until I watched you go

Do the best years of a life reveal themselves at last

Only when they’ve passed? Or will more find me?

And if not, will I have the strength to go on?

While you’re still gone

Are the good old days ahead?

Are the good old days ahead?

I pray the good old days are ahead, not behind me

© 2019 by Alex Shelbourne