Who robbed the wishing well
Looks like there's nothing coming true
Coins trailing up the path
And at the end they lead to you
These are the better days
These are the better days, or not
Like a carousel
That doesn't move in time
Much too soon to tell
Far too late to fly
Sailing through the gates
In a haunted ride
Past your greatest fear
To the other side
These are the better days
These are the better days, or not
Kinda like you're lost
Deep inside the crowd
The high ropes were too much
The circus was too loud
You said your great escape
Was leaving your hometown
Just another kid
Tired of hanging round
Who robbed the wishing well
Looks like there's nothing coming true
Coins trailing up the path
And at the end they lead to you
These are the better days
These are the better days, or not