Maybe These are the Good Old Days Lyrics

His skies are nothing but grey

Bad luck has wrecked every day

It's like he's trapped in a curse

His family fortune just fell

He's got a renter from hell

I tell him things could be worse

Maybe these are the good ol' days

For the ones who see tomorrow

We have no clue that we have it made

'Til we end the world we know

She's got a glass that's half full

The market's turning to bull

She's flying high on her hope

She kind of smiles with delight

'Cuz she knows things will go right

And there's no reason to mope

Maybe these are the good ol' days

For the few who keep the memory

Living large with our lazy ways

Til we're taught what hell can be

I can't wake, I can't sleep

I can't stay, I can't leave

I can't move, I can't try

I can't rest, I can't cry

I can't talk, I can't think

I can't rock, I can't sing

I can't deal, I can't grieve

I can't heal, I can't breathe