Nothing changes in the day by day
But then we look back
And nothing is the same
What do we cling to at the last?

Boring stories of foolish acts
Enlarged and embellished
Sealed and vacuum-packed
Best friends can't let go of the past

A life in Technicolor
Beyond the ever after
A yellowed Polaroid
Can’t fill the aching void
Of glory days
Glory days

Crushed by the absolute fact
That things can never go back
To how they used to be
Accept wholeheartedly
The glory days
Those were the glory days

Wasn’t ready to come of age
Still waiting for my shot at center stage
Too immature to let it go

I’m inclined to take the longer view
The future me seeking out the future you
Forever hunting high and low

It isn’t all bad, getting older
Waited years to kiss you
Wasted away
And now I do it every day

And if you can’t recall
We’ll just redo it all
The glory days
These are the glory days.