i ve been thinking about the good old days decorated in a candy glaze each pretty ink blot panel tells a different tale each photo on the mantle sweet memories that never will go stale i ve been climbing up the walls again living with a memory that might have been so pick me up on a weekday night we could get together and ride around in the black and white i ve been thinking about the good old days my silly clothes and my silly ways each drunken drugstore purchase each chemical advance seven days a weekend every day the same old dizzy dance