Wilder Days

There's a picture of you standing next to me in our wilder days
With abilities to circumvent anything that got in our way
We had a drive that fell in stark relief to the impending pain
Young and full of big beliefs that life could not sustain

Sometimes I see your face in my memories
With a look so full of glory that the gods grew weak at the knees
Bounding through the doors of life's exalting reveries
Driving through the night on rain-soaked streets
The way it used to be

In our wilder days there was trouble to be made
There was pie to cut and cake to throw and muddy creeks to wade
There was scarcely any thought gave to if I left or stayed
In my wilder days

Now the days are getting shorter and the years are counting down
As the sun gets dizzy watching us as we go spinning around
I find it best to laugh at the absurdity of life above the ground
There's no comfort in survival but it's still the best option that I've found

In our wilder days we were invincible and unafraid
Of cracks in the concrete and steel that we were made of
Gravity defied, we had the gods on our side
Death to cheat below our feet and yet we seldom died

In our wilder days we were invincible and unafraid
Of cracks in the concrete and steel that we were made of
Gravity defied, we had the gods on our side
Death to cheat below our feet and yet we seldom died

In our wilder days we were invincible and unafraid
Of cracks in the concrete and steel that we were made of
Gravity defied, we had the gods on our side
Death to cheat below our feet and yet we seldom died

We could so delight in the burning candlelight that would not fade
In our wilder days