Memories dancing in the shadow of the moon They race up the street and into my room They ask for forgiveness for leaving too soon While I sit here in my chair There’s just enough light to spare As I look for the days of old The ones that live in my soul Don’t recognize this place I’m in Everyone eye to eye with their phone They talk without ever looking up Your in a crowd but still all alone I sit back in my chair and see The way things used to be Back when we were young and bold Makes me hunger for the days of old Drop a coin in the juke box And spin those 45’s Grab your girlfriends and your wives We’re gonna dance until the morning arrives Bring me back to the days of old Take me back just one more time Back to the winters heat and summers cold Take me back to the days of my prime Back to the days of old Back to the days of old Closing my eyes I’m back to the days of old Memories dancing in the shadow of the moon They race up the street and into my room They ask for forgiveness for leaving too soon It wasn’t the price of eggs It wasn’t the price of gas It was the way we woke in the morning To the smell of fresh cut grass It was the way we looked out for each other The way we helped each other get by The way we walked together And the way we talked eye to eye Drop a coin in the juke box And spin those 45’s Grab your girlfriends and your wives We’re gonna dance until the morning arrives Bring me back to the days of old Take me back just one more time Back to the winters heat and summers cold Take me back to the days of my prime Back to the days of old Back to the days of old Closing my eyes I’m back to the days of old lyrics co-written with Bob Intinimore