Chorus
Don’t Worry Kids.
You’re In The Good Old Todays.
Better Stories Don’t Make,
For Better Yesterdays.
Memory Will Always Try To Spit In Your Face.
It’s Just Your Mind Trying To Make Sense,
Of Time And Space.
There’s Only Right Here, Right Now Anyway.
We’re Always Living In,
The Good Old Todays.
Verse 1
Oh, The Habit Of Wrapping The Past In Neat,
Packages. Decide What Was,
Happy, What Was Learning And What We’d,
Rather Forget.
Then We Stand And We Stare At The Wall Of What’s,
Gone That We’ve Made.
And Try To Relive Yesterday.
Chorus
Don’t Worry Kids.
You’re In The Good Old Todays.
Better Stories Don’t Make,
For Better Yesterdays.
Memory Will Always Try To Spit In Your Face.
It’s Just Your Mind Trying To Make Sense,
Of Time And Space.
There’s Only Right Here, Right Now Anyway.
We’re Always Living In,
The Good Old Todays.
Verse 2
Carry Only Food And,
Carry Only Woter.
The Present Needs So Few Things,
To Be Sustained.
Lay Down Your Joy.
Lay It Down Right Next Your Pain
Chorus
Don’t Worry Kids.
You’re In The Good Old Todays.
Better Stories Don’t Make,
For Better Yesterdays.
Memory Will Always Try To Spit In Your Face.
It’s Just Your Mind Trying To Make Sense,
Of Time And Space.
There’s Only Right Here, Right Now Anyway.
We’re Always Living In,
The Good Old Todays.
