Lyrics

Memories fill these empty seats
Bitter gold swirling in the glass
A delivery man with a hand truck asks
If its always this quiet?
No, there’s a bell just above the door
And it rings like an old church tower
The longer you stay, the later the hour
Good times never seemed so good

You’re standing in the path
Of a marching band
Watching the music pass
You’re caught up in flock of seagulls
Going where the going goes

8x10’s of minor celebrities
Christmas lights strung across the beams
Etched away midsommer dreams
For scratch in the cookie jar
Nothing stops the bedlam of the years
When you’re surrounded by all this stuff
Its both nothing and more than enough
The last car in the parking lot

You’re standing in the path
Of a prairie fire
Watching the flames go past
You’re caught up in tornado
Going where the going goes
No goodbyes only hellos

So you got out grabbed some things and said
No goodbyes, just left
So much time lost you’d call it theft
If there was someone else to blame
Got a job in a coastal town
Far away where its always overcast
Where the band plays on and the seagulls laugh
And good times were never this good
Good times were never this good