Golden Days

制作人 : Samuel Robertson

Your shoes were a dusty grave

and your suitcase out of place

and you stood to turn away

Walk through that rusty gate

oh, like you could hardly wait

and no thought to hesitate

Hey, hey, hey, hey x3

Hey, hey, hey

Wheat fields begin to sway

and slow tears fall from your face

and you board that heavy train

the clouds have parted ways

and your eyes look up to say

oh, are these the golden days?

hey, hey, hey, hey x3

hey, hey, hey

hey, hey, hey, hey x3

hey, hey, hey