The Good Old Days Lyrics

In a small local diner, at a quarter to nine

A dozen old men shoot the breeze

A couple walks in, their patience worn thin

By three little kids at their knees

A man raised his drink, said "I know you must think

Bedtime can't come fast enough.

As hard as it seems, you're living the dream

One day you're going to miss this stuff

'Cause these are the good old days.

The good old days

My kids were that small at one point in time

It don't seem that long ago

When sleep was a stranger, surrounded by danger

And all we did was go

My goodness the noise! The floor lined with toys,

And all I could see was a mess

But now they're all grown, with homes of their own,

And all I do is rest

Yeah, those were the good old days

You know? They're the good old days

Minutes to hours, and hours to days

You do all you can to wish your lives away

But when days turn to months, and months into years,

You'll find yourself wanting what you have right here.

So soak up this moment and the magic it brings

And please don't wait

'Cause one day you'll see, these are the good old days.

They're the good old days

The good old days

Back when Christmas was normal, I'd always go home for

The biggest event of the year

The house was so crowded, there's no doubt about it

But many are no longer here

Their voices and laughs, now ghosts from the past

Seen through a rose-tinted lens

And I can't believe every year I'd just leave

Expecting to see them again.

Those were the good old days.

The good old days.

Minutes to hours, and hours to days

You do all you can to wish your lives away

But when days turn to months, and months into years,

You'll find yourself wanting what you have right here.

So soak up this moment and the magic it brings

And please don't wait

'Cause one day you'll see, these are the good old days.

They're the good old days

The good old days

Aren't they great old days?

The good old days