Golden Days Lyrics

Your shoes were a dusty grave
And your suitcase out of place
And you stood to turn away
Walk through that rusty gate
Oh, like you could hardly wait
And no thought to hesitate
Hey, hey, hey, hey x3
Hey, hey, hey
Wheat fields begin to sway
And slow tears fall from your face

And you board that heavy train
The clouds have parted ways
And your eyes look up to say
Oh, are these the golden days?
Hey, hey, hey, hey x3
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey x3
Hey, hey, hey