Good times at The Gold Line
I watch his paper hands squeeze a fresh lime
And he says, spin that record again
You know that guy was my friend
A bartender with a fake smile, nodding
While Frankie talks about a past life, we got it
He swore in 78
LA was better those days
Well, everything is passing me by, they keep on saying
While everything is passing me by, I keep on waving
Promise when I'm older, all my stories aren't of better days
I act like I'm all grown up and pretend I have something to say
I've been searching for a meaning, but I'd trad it for attention and wealth
Baby, lately I've been thinking that these glory days are bad for my health
Empty glass with a dead rind, Frankie
Drops a tip and waves a goodnight
And now I'm at the end of the bar
Wondering where you are
I caught your smile in the glass rack
But I stopped myself before I looked back
I never started believing in ghosts 'til you left me on the coast
Well, everything is passing me by, they keep on saying
While everything is passing me by, I keep on waving
Promise when I'm older, all my stories aren't of better days
I act like I'm all grown up and pretend I have something to say
I've been searching for a meaning, but I'd trad it for attention and wealth
Baby, lately I've been thinking that these glory days are bad for my health
And everyone else
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Good times at The Gold Line
I watch his paper hands squeeze a fresh lime
And he says, spin that record again
You know that guy was my friend
A bartender with a fake smile, nodding
While Frankie talks about a past life, we got it
He swore in 78
LA was better those days
Well, everything is passing me by, they keep on saying
While everything is passing me by, I keep on waving
Promise when I'm older, all my stories aren't of better days
I act like I'm all grown up and pretend I have something to say
I've been searching for a meaning, but I'd trad it for attention and wealth
Baby, lately I've been thinking that these glory days are bad for my health
Empty glass with a dead rind, Frankie
Drops a tip and waves a goodnight
And now I'm at the end of the bar
Wondering where you are
I caught your smile in the glass rack
But I stopped myself before I looked back
I never started believing in ghosts 'til you left me on the coast
Well, everything is passing me by, they keep on saying
While everything is passing me by, I keep on waving
Promise when I'm older, all my stories aren't of better days
I act like I'm all grown up and pretend I have something to say
I've been searching for a meaning, but I'd trad it for attention and wealth
Baby, lately I've been thinking that these glory days are bad for my health
And everyone else
I watch his paper hands squeeze a fresh lime
And he says, spin that record again
You know that guy was my friend
A bartender with a fake smile, nodding
While Frankie talks about a past life, we got it
He swore in 78
LA was better those days
Well, everything is passing me by, they keep on saying
While everything is passing me by, I keep on waving
Promise when I'm older, all my stories aren't of better days
I act like I'm all grown up and pretend I have something to say
I've been searching for a meaning, but I'd trad it for attention and wealth
Baby, lately I've been thinking that these glory days are bad for my health
Empty glass with a dead rind, Frankie
Drops a tip and waves a goodnight
And now I'm at the end of the bar
Wondering where you are
I caught your smile in the glass rack
But I stopped myself before I looked back
I never started believing in ghosts 'til you left me on the coast
Well, everything is passing me by, they keep on saying
While everything is passing me by, I keep on waving
Promise when I'm older, all my stories aren't of better days
I act like I'm all grown up and pretend I have something to say
I've been searching for a meaning, but I'd trad it for attention and wealth
Baby, lately I've been thinking that these glory days are bad for my health
And everyone else
Writer: John Welsh, Michael Armstrong
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave