Good Ol' Days Video (MV)

Oh, I remember those days
Nineties in a haze, small town roads
Where we'd find our ways
Summer nights with fireflies glow
Simple times, not much to show
But everything we had felt like gold
You know, in the good old days when life was slow
Polaroids and mixtapes by our sides
Sounds of old guitars on Friday nights
Riding bikes down dirt roads free
Kicking up dust beneath the sycamore tree
Those moments etched in our souls eternally
In the good old days when life was free
Good old days, good old ways
In the nineties haze where we used to stay
Good old days, good old ways
Living in that small town we'd never stray
Radio tunes and front porch swings
We'd gather round for the little things
Sneakers worn, we'd run for miles
Playing in the field, chasing dreams and smiles
Bonfire blazing under starry skies
Laughing loud, no need for goodbyes
BMX and denim jeans faded but strong
We felt the rhythm, our hearts sang along
Cotton candy sunsets in our eyes
Skateboards and rollerblades and list skies
Hometown fairs with Ferris wheel rides
Buckets of popcorn and grills on the side
Every weekend was a brand new surprise
In the good old days no need for all alibis