I’ve heard them say
That the days of old
Surely were
The day’s of gold
But I can’t help
But disagree
As the days of old
Were painful to me

My demons live
Far in the past
For down below
Is where they’re cast
Far behind me
Is where I want to keep them
The past was a time
That was awfully dim

So when you say
That the days of old
Surely were
The days of gold
I disagree
I laugh and scoff
For the days of old
Are ones I’d like to brush off