Golden Days - The Wild Feathers

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