dave steger

Dreams of the Good Old Days

When I come to you my darling
will you still be standing there
in the giant doorway of my mind
with the stretching wilderness just behind
where the creek so cold it winds
through this countryside

You see I seen the stars gather round
pick you up above the ground
wave you up so high in the sky
that when you came back I'd said goodbye

Wading through this love
is like screaming in a dream

I'm so damn thirsty
there's no water to cure me
the summers sun
blinding everyone
and the good old days
the good old days they're done