Salad Days

Another day is done, another race is run
 Another setting sun, over the bay.
 And I'm the first born son, of a skilled electrician
 Here in Bradenton in FLA
 And there's graffiti on the water tower for everyone to read
 Drive around the city streets for hours
 They are the best of times, they are the worst of times, they are the days of our lives.
 Not long after dark, down at the baseball park
 Kids cheer and dogs will bark, in celebration
 But all the old folks say, that we stay out too late
 Cemetery gates, swing wide open
 And all the spirits of our great grandfathers, will walk the streets at night
 And float around like they were underwater, when the music plays
 They miss the salad days, they miss the days of their lives.
 And there's graffiti on the water tower for everyone to read
 Drive around the city streets for hours
 They are the best of times, they are the worst of times, they are the days of our lives.