I think back to my days of old,
the days when I believed every story I was told,
where those days go?
When did I suddenly grow?
When did lose track of who I was?
Oh days of old,
where have you gone?
The days when I believed every story I was told,
when do go wrong?
When did I go right.
when did I lose track of who I was?
Oh days of old,
where have you gone,
the days when I believed every story I was told,
when did my eyes start to dim?
When did my cheeks get the tear stains?
When did I lose track of who I was?
Oh days of old,
where have you gone,
the days I believed every story I was story I was told,
when did my face become so unfamiliar,
when did my body become like theirs?
Oh days of old,
where have you gone,
the days I believe every story I was told,
when did I lose track of who I was,
and when do I get to find my self again.