We had maps that unfolded
Back in my day
You could drink from the river
We had gods made of clay
There were mile-high glaciers
No locks on the doors
The stars burned brighter
We never counted past four
The birds were always watching
There were monsters in the sea
We wore watches on our wrists
There were ghosts in the trees
Way back in the days
You’re too young to have seen
When the nights were darker
Longer and deep
There was no time or space
When I was growing up
We had summer all winter
The moon rose with the sun
And music sounded better
We recorded on rings of ice
And as the songs turned to water
We couldn’t help but cry
Way back in the good days
The ones you didn’t see
When everything was better
Darker and deep