Days of Gold

Too many yesterdays Used up and thrown away Like Christmas trees on New Years Day It's getting hard to know Which way the wind will blow Must be more than dying slow Here in a dead end town I don't let it get me down Something good will turn it all around Baby, how 'bout you and me Head down to the Dollar Tree Maybe we can find us something sweet Everyday you get a little bit older Heaven's just a little bit closer Cherish the things that matter most These are the days of gold There's a hurt in some folks' eyes Some, they don't advertise Smiles are free, don't cost a dime Mister Jimmy he waves hi Passing on his bike Good Lord's willing we'll all get by Everyday you get a little bit older Heaven's just a little bit closer Cherish the things that matter most These are the days of gold So I do what I do Working down at the Foo You got me, Baby I got you We'll scrimp and save, find a little place A pretty garden, some sunny space Where the dogs can play, live out our days Everyday you get a little bit older Heaven's just a little bit closer Cherish the things that matter most These are the days of gold On some planets it's raining diamonds Here too if you can find them Eyes wide open, keep on trying ©2018. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.