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...