Four Piece Band

Remember the old days The years when we had it all We'd sit in the backyard Played until nightfall See I was the front man, with a strat hanging way down low We'd sit in a hard chair, sit there playing to the radio We were young and wild and hopeless and free Taking a break from all we could be I know we'll never be that way again Those were the days when we were young Just a four-piece band and the time we had in the morning sun Well we all know we had these dreams They were lost along the way Those were the days when we were young It was Saturday afternoon Ten past three I can never remember She was wearing a white dress I told her that I'd never forget her Then I said something I'll never forget She was mine I was hers, no regrets Then I watched her walk away There was nothing more to say Then my senses came to me this one fine day That you had no ties that bind you was all I could pray