Old Days Are Here Again

The years, they pass, not even memories can last
The young trees have grown strong and thick
Their layers form to shield the soft wood from the storm
And they die, but not as quick

I was walking in through town, actually i was asleep on the ground
When i thought i heard a horseman in the air
His black cape hung like a drape on the sun
But i don't like to stare

Ah, old days
Ah, old days
Ah, old days are here again

When the icebergs are all gone and the horseman's on your lawn
Flood waters have taken your home
They'll find sketches of you, etched into the ruins
Of a fortune told in ancient rome

I don't mean to despair, in fact, i don't really even care
I know how to take things in stride
I'll sleep in a box until each shotgun gets cocked
And every last living thing has died

Ah, old days
Ah, old days
Ah, old days are here again