Glory Days - BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN

I had a friend was a big baseball player
Back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like a fool boy
Saw him the other night at this roadside
Bar i was walking in
And he was walking out
We went back inside, sat down, had a few drinks
But all he kept talking about was

Glory days well they´ll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl´s eye
Glory days, glory days

There's a girl that lives up the block back
In school
She could turn all the boys´heads
Sometimes on a friday i´ll stop by and have
A few drinks
After she put her kids to bed
Her and her husband bobby well they split up
I guess it´s two years gone by now
We just sit around talking about the old times
She says when she feels like crying
She starts laughing thinking about.

Glory days...

Think i´m going down to the well tonight
And I'm going to drink till i get my fill
And I hope when i get old
I don't sit around thinking about it
But i probably will


Yeah just sitting back trying to recapture
A little of the glory of,
But time slips away and leaves you
With nothing mister but boring stories of

Glory days...