Golden Days

Your shoes were a dusty grave And your suitcase out of place And you stood to turn away Walk through that rusty gate Oh, like you could hardly wait And no thought to hesitate Hey, hey, hey, hey x3 Hey, hey, hey Wheat fields begin to sway And slow tears fall from your face And you board that heavy train The clouds have parted ways And your eyes look up to say Oh, are these the golden days? Hey, hey, hey, hey x3 Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey x3 Hey, hey, hey

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