These lies told,
again and again,
so easy,
stories all,
all another day,
back in the day
or so you say.
These roads,
gone down
in different times,
revisted now,
just for the sake of travel.
These times,
go on,
go on again,
those times,
go on
go on again.
Flip that album on open,
look at the pictures of yesterday,
it won't come around again,
it isn't happening today.
It is never as bright as today.