Bad Nachos

I remember the days with quarters in my hand

Heading to the arcade something you'll never understand

Pac-Man and Galaga the games we used to play

Rivalries with strangers we'd battle every day.

Oh I miss the glow from those screens at night

Lighting up our world in the neon light.

The carpets underfoot the late-night scenes

Bad nachos in hand living out our dreams.

The sound of coins dropping the clink and the clatter

High scores on the board nothing else would matter.