In the backseat of his car
Head out the window, eyes towards the stars
Big, pink moon through the cypress trees
Tells me he loves me and I wanna believe him
And he's in a Queen t-shirt and baggy jeans
When he speaks, he says what he means
Holds my hand, kisses my cheek
Sharing a bottle, something sweet

These are the good old days
Don't let time slip away
These are the good old days
Don't let time slip away

People like me think feelings are facts
Falling in love gives us a heart attack
One foot in the future, one in the past
Wanna know for sure if it's gonna last

These are the good old days
Don't let times slip away
These are the good old days
Don't let times slip away

These are the good old days
These are the good old days