Best Days

What you say seems honest

Our best days are past us

But this coyote won’t listen

Gonna trick myself into living

Gonna trick myself into living

what were the golden days

the days we danced and played

now let me hear you say

The Golden days are what you make them

Theres music inside you

you can play when you’re dark blue

If the music moves you

the music will renew you

Gonna trick myself into living

what were the golden days

the days we danced and played

now let me hear you say

The Golden days are what you make them

What I say is honest

Our best days are upon us

The coyote is howling

The music is living