G.o.d. (good old days)

I've been thinking about the good old day Decorated in a candy glaze Each pretty ink blot panel Tells a different tale Each photo on the mantel Sweet memories that never will 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'll 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 Everday the same old dizzy dance