Creeping down an August highway
An d a worn -out, trusted buddy
And I remember Queensland back
Like the million stars shining in our eyes
For the things we'd never done
but meant to Bobby Jones and Billy Soles an
d Cousin Joe were there beside me
Sharing good luck stories
and the secrets of the sun
Hanging on to nothing more
than good times yet to come
And though they came again,
Looking back on the pages
That the many things we never noticed
When we're looking back at them
And I wonder, were those days
Or am I looking through the rainbows
Do I see the colored chapters
Or just the iridescent shadow
Of some black -and -white affair?
Yes, I wonder, were those days
Or am I lookin' through the rainbows
Do I see the colored chapters
Or just the iridescent shadow
Of some black -and -white affair?
