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 will never 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