the good old days
astley, rick
i believe what i was told
listen to the stereo under the covers of my bed
the stories of the old days
or a journey to the center
was the music that my brothers and my sister played to me
and how i believed the stories that they told me
i believe in the stories from the songs
i believe in the world that they told me existed
on the vinyl and the tapes and from the cd players
so much later than the good old days
i drive a yellow taxi to a yellow submarine
a super tramp'll sing for me
a full beggar's banquet or a night at the opera
was the music that my brothers and my sister played to me
and how i believed the stories that they told me
i believe in the stories from the songs
i believe in the world that they told me existed
on the vinyl and the tapes and from the cd players
so much later than the good old days
someone save my life every single night
when the words and music play
when the records took me away
yeah someone save my life every single night
i just listen to the music
to the words in the music
to the words in the music
listen to the words in the music
listen to the words and the music
was the music that my brothers and my sister play to me
the stories that they told me
i believe in the stories from the songs
i believe in the world that they told me existed
on the vinyl and the tapes and from the cd players
so much later than the good old days
i believe what i was told
under the covers of my bed