Salad Days Lyrics

Another day is done, another race is run
Another setting sun, over the bay.
And I'm the first born son, of a skilled electrician
Here in Bradenton in FLA

And there's graffiti on the water tower for everyone to read
Drive around the city streets for hours
They are the best of times, they are the worst of times, they are the days of our lives.

Not long after dark, down at the baseball park
Kids cheer and dogs will bark, in celebration
But all the old folks say, that we stay out too late
Cemetery gates, swing wide open

And all the spirits of our great grandfathers, will walk the streets at night
And float around like they were underwater, when the music plays
They miss the salad days, they miss the days of their lives.

And there's graffiti on the water tower for everyone to read
Drive around the city streets for hours
They are the best of times, they are the worst of times, they are the days of our lives.