Old Times

[Verse 1] Decline, that’s by design It’s a condition of the age or at least mine It’s the position of the stars, and now all eyes Are on the tv in the bar, we’re sat beside [Chorus 1] Getting sick of sitting on a gold mine Watching my grip slipping on the long line The one that I think leads back to my old life To old times, old times [Verse 2] Dumb things I’ve done but can’t forget And people that I used to know that I upset Seem to find their way inside my idle mind And you know lately it’s been idle all the time [Chorus 2] Do you ever wonder if our friends here Are really just the people that we drink near? And they’ll all be moving on while we’re Stuck here like old times [Chorus 1] Getting sick of sitting on a gold mine Watching my grip slipping on the long line The one that I think leads back to my old life To old times, old times