The Old Gymnasium

Let's go back to the old gymnasium,
where all the boys played ball the girls they'd watch
and life was so much simpler back then,
wasn't it?

We'd take a drive in the sky blue cadillac,
light up our cigarettes and ride through town,
we'd park on Main and Grand
and count the stars with the top down.

Everything around me changes so fast,
it used to be that life was slow and easy
and love was meant to last.

Let's go back to the old Grey Music Hall,
turn on the ballroom lights and take a chance
we were so romantic back then, weren't we?
We'd dance all night underneath a perfect sky
wrapped in the steady arms of Mister Right
and every single step you knew
that he was right there dancing with you.

Everyone is so much colder, so tough,
there's no religion left to hold onto,
no one to carry us...

we're goin' down, down, down...

Remember the milkman,
every third day,
he'd deliver fresh bottles
outside in that metal case,
Sundays we'd gather around the TV,
we would laugh 'til it hurt us,
we'd cry if we needed,
but we held together through thick and through thin,
and nothing and no one would dare come between us....

Everyone is so confused, so blasé,
it used to be we knew ourselves, we knew our roles,
we knew our place.

Let's go back to the old gymnasium,
where all the boys played ball, the girls, they'd watch
and life was so much simpler back then, wasn't it?

© Nancy Magarill