Old Times - The Elected

Saw your face the other day

And I wish I’d had the guts enough to say

«I wish you could spend the night

And it would be like old times»

And I went through the letters you wrote, today

And when we rode that pony, had a wonderful time

But you were ready to get back home

So it could be like old times

But that was long ago, before you were free

When you were still hanging out

When you were still with me

And I’d wish I’d held on, too

And it would be like old times

Be like old times

Be like old times

And love would feel brand new

Just like old times

I didn’t hold you that day when you cried

The day David died, the fourth of July

Oh, how you cried and cried

And I’m sorry, babe, so sorry

That I did not call you back

And when I finally called

I’m sorry for that

But hey, c’mon, honey

Let’s forget about those times

And be like old times

Be like old times

And love would feel brand new

Just like old times

Yeah, be like old times

Be like old times

And love would feel brand new

Just like old times

And love would feel brand new

Just like old times