Good Times

Good Times - Greg MacPherson

Good times coming back again

I seen them touch down on the runway

I seen that old face staring back pressed against the glass

I heard a brass band wailing

Middleman got caught out of his skin

It's on a bus across the boarder

He's got legs spread head cracked his hands against the wall

He says i'm just a f**king reporter

Good times coming back again

I heard the girl upstairs singing

She sang all night

I turned the stereo on

I went out for the evening

I couldn't get that song out of my mind

Good times coming back

I seen them

On the shoulder with their hood up

Through a vaselined lens

They got their bags packed tight

The key to every city

I heard they're bringing all of their friends

There's something dead out in the field behind our house

The wind's changing direction

I seen the local man dressing up in the latest style

He says it's only natural selection

Good times coming back again

Good times coming back again