I had a friend he was a baseball player
Back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like a fool boy
Saw him the other night at this roadside bar
I was walking in, he was walking out
Back in, had a few drinks
But all we we kept talking about was
Glory days pass you by
Glory days the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days
Well there's a girl that lives up the block
Back in school she turn all the boys' heads
Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by
After she put her kids to bed
Her and her husband Bobby split up
It must have been two years gone by now
We just sit around talking about the old times
She says when she starts feeling like crying
She starts thinking about
Glory days pass you by
Glory days the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, oh, glory days
No, no
So, I think I'm going to the well tonight
And I drink till I get my fill
And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it
But I probably will
Yeah, just sitting back and trying to recapture
Just a little of the glory of
Time slips away and leaves you with nothing, mister, but boring stories of
Glory days pass you by
Glory days the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, no
