Fastball - G.o.d. (good Old Days) lyrics

I've been thinking about the good old day Decorated in a candy glaze Each pretty ink blot panel Tells a different tale Each photo on the mantel Sweet memories that never will go stale I've been climbing up the walls again Living with a memory that might have been So pick me up on a weekday night We'll get together and ride around in The black and white I've been thinking about the good old days My silly clothes and my silly ways Each drunken d**tore purchase Each chemical advance Seven days a weekend Everday the same old dizzy dance