The white fence

He was on his bones then
Trying to get some cash
Singing in strip bar
He sang not bad though
And all local girls said
«Boy, you’ll be a star!“
Keeping it on and
Writing his songs in
Dark room silence
He dreamed of big stage
But then he fell in love
Got married and did what
Every young man
Should do at his age

Chorus:
He stands by the white fence
Waving to his son
He smiles to his wife and
Feels he’s not alone
But it’s true
Good old times are gone
Well it’s true
Good old times are gone

He’s thirty six now
He drives a nice car
Flowers in the yard
Every Friday
He meets his old friends
Few beers in the bar
So ordinary
It looks even scary
Everything is under control
He stares at his son now
Missing his messed up youth
Deep down in his soul

Don’t want to grow old

His voice’s
Still strong
He smiles 
Singing his old song
Long hair
Ragged coat
Desires 
But those times are gone

Chorus:
He stands by the white fence
Waving to his son
He smiles to his wife and
Feels he’s not alone
But it’s true
Good old times are gone
Well it’s true
Good old times are gone