THE TIMES OF OUR LIVES
Those Sussex boys who play in bars
With rusty strings on old guitars
Who live their lives within a song
Might miss a beat but don’t go wrong
In their own world
The mysteries inside their minds
Are written down in rhyme
Don’t matter if it don’t make sense
It all makes sense with time
In their own world
No one can take that away
And it aint the fame they do it for
It used to be, not anymore
It’s all about just getting by
And taking off that plain disguise
These are the times of our lives
These are the times of our lives
Our lives, our lives, our lives
Our lives
Well time roles on and age it seems
Embedded in the same old jeans
That wear too thin around the knees
And rip just like their cowboy dreams
It’s still their world
And no one can take that away
Might not have rolled the tumbling dice
that Mick and Keith had found
or been the last man standing
Jon and Richie wrote about
But it’s still their world
And no one can take that away
They might just make it in the end
And call the world their weary friend
Cos a fire still burns inside old souls
That paid their dues to Rock n Roll
These are the times of our lives
These are the times of our lives
Our lives, our lives, our lives
Our lives
Those Sussex boys who play in bars
With rusty strings on old guitars
Who live their lives within a song
Might miss a beat but don’t go wrong
In their own world
No one can take that away
These are the times of our lives
These are the times of our lives
Our lives, our lives, our lives
Our lives
Words and music by Guy Barnes
Copyright© Guy Barnes songs 2008
