Sweet memories floating gently
From twin juke box speakers
Wearing bell bottom pants
And bright red sneakers
My hand holds more memories
Bottled into an ice cold beer
Of good times and places
Full of laughter and cheer
The cracked mirror behind the bar
Reflects my old wrinkled face
Kind of lived in, with tired eyes
Still shining with purpose and grace
The song is over, I get ready to go
My head is filled with memory lane
But no way can I stay in one place
There are still more dragons to be slain