The Good Old Days

I believe what I was told

Listen to the stereo under the covers of my bed

The stories of the old days

The 6 wives of Henry

Or a journey to the center

Of the earth, the place of my birth

Was the music that my brothers and my sister played to me

And how I believed the stories that they told me

'Cause I'm a believer

I believe in the stories from the songs

From the old days

Believer

I believe in the world that they told me existed

On the vinyl and the tapes and from the CD players

That came later, so much later than the good old days

Down a yellow brick road

I drive a yellow taxi to a yellow submarine

Just for fun, a super tramp'll sing for me

A full beggar's banquet or a night at the opera

For all it's worth, the place of my birth

Was the music that my brothers and my sister played to me

And how I believed the stories that they told me

'Cause I'm a believer

I believe in the stories from the songs

From the old days

Believer

I believe in the world that they told me existed

On the vinyl and the tapes and from the CD players

That came later, so much later than the good old days

Someone save my life every single night

When the words and music play

When the records took me away

Yeah someone save my life every single night

I just listen to the music

To the words in the music

To the words in the music

Listen to the words in the music

Friends and the music

Listen to the words and the music, music

Music, music, music, music

The place of my birth

Was the music that my brothers and my sister play to me

And how I believe

The stories that they told me

'Cause I'm a believer

I believe in the stories from the songs

From the old days

Believer

I believe in the world that they told me existed

On the vinyl and the tapes and from the CD players

That came later, so much later than the good old days

I believe what I was told

Listen to the stereo

Under the covers of my bed