Underneath the sycamore tree
I can only dream how it used to be
Yeah maybe I was born after my time
Yeah a little too late for a heart like mine
So much to hold onto
But I've always tried to run
Time doesn't stop, it just keeps moving on
You only miss it when it's gone
Golden days, ain't what they used to be
Golden days, ain't what they used to be
I think it's time I pick up and leave
Head somewhere a little more than free
So I hope this letter will find you in time
Somewhere where the cactus meets the pine
So much to hold onto
But I've always tried to run
Time doesn't stop, it just keeps moving on
You only miss it when it's gone
Golden days, ain't what they used to be
Golden days, ain't what they used to be
Golden days, ain't what they used to be
Golden days, ain't what they used to be
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