we had maps that unfolded back in my day you could drink from the river we had gods made of clay there were mile high glaciers no locks on the doors the stars burned brighter we never counted past four the birds were always watching there were monsters in the sea we wore watches on our wrists there were ghosts in the trees way back in the days you re too young to have seen when the nights were darker longer and deep there was no time or space when i was growing up we had summer all winter the moon rose with the sun and music sounded better we recorded on rings of ice and as the songs turned to water we couldn t help but cry way back in the good days the ones you didn t see when everything was better darker and deep