Old Days - Lights Camera

I remember hearing folk songs in duet in a courtyard by the park.

You used to fly by moonlight to see me now.

Your face would illuminate in those San Francisco nights.

While scrounging for pennies on that stage.

We were the young ones baby.

We were the young ones now.

Those were the old days baby.

Remember the old days now.

I remeber seeing Kantner en fuego on a Sunday afternoon.

You know Big Brother’s watching you.

Under the blue skies of that auditorium

he just waved and said, «good night!»

We were the young ones baby.

We were the young ones now.

Those were the old days baby.

Remember the old days now.

(come on)

(ahh)

(ooh)

(ah)

We were the young ones baby.

We were the young ones now.

Remember the old days baby.

Remember the old days now.

Remember the old days baby.

Remember the old days now.

'Cause we were the young ones baby.

And we’re still the young ones now.