Those Days

Those Days
01/31/2008
by Tom Flannery copyright 2007

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Well well well here we are again
on the wrong side of town remembering when
we were free as birds and high as kites
afraid of flying and scared of heights

Mom at home listening for the door
Dad in his workshop pacing the floor
watching that curfew come and then go
hot air rises and that's how we know

Cramped back seats and new paramours
empty Budweiser cans carpet the floor
one step ahead of the heart and the law
knowing when to advance and when to withdraw

When the future was the next ringing bell
next week's game and that cheerleader smell
legs from the eyes all the way the ground
and god's own heaven going 'round and 'round

do you let yourself smile
when you think of those days
or does a voice in your head
say "act your age"?
Do the wounds ever heal
do the scars ever fade
or does the flush of young love
make you afraid
for those days

A few specs of gray some lines on the face
maybe that's what brought us to this place
dreams as random as the color of eyes
for too long in disguise

But who's kidding who the clock on the wall
is reminder enough to see through it all
this world is mean with late night regrets
easy to remember....but best to forget

Let's have one more drink..one more for the road
that factory whistle will soon explode
and I'll be carried back to what I left behind
with you still on my mind

do you let yourself smile
when you think of those days
or does a voice in your head
say "act your age"?
Do the wounds ever heal
do the scars ever fade
or does the flush of young love
make you afraid
for those days