Number 11
March 12th, 2009

Good Old Days

Kids are in bed
It's the end of the day
Scratching my head at the bills we pay
Oh darlin'
I miss the good old days

I add it up
Then I subtract
There's not not enough left to get there and back
Oh darlin'
I miss the fat old days

You'd buy my coffee
I'd buy your tea
Say, come along to the show with me
But I guess that'll have to wait
I guess you and I will be eating off the leftover plate
Again

They say the best things in life are free
Everyone feels the misery
Oh darlin'
I miss the good old days

They say it'll all come back someday
What the hell are they supposed to say
Oh darlin'
I miss the fat old days

Now I'm not greedy, neither are you
We've both got a lot that we're holding' on to
But life gets shaky when there's mouths to feed
One bad break and we're out on the street