they've been still in their tracks

for many's the year

through watching and waiting

they've made their careers

and they've got frozen hands

like broken down clocks

they wait by the door

for opportunity's knock



-chorus-

they say there's a snake that can shed it's skin

when the good old days are wearing thin, but

the good old days have all withered and died

some go on livin' on the sentimental side



tall tales and short stories

i know i'll hear them again

all about the time, do you remember when?

we were all local legends

or heores at least

has the truth been stretched

about killing the beast?



they say there's a snake that can shed it's skin

when the good old days are wearing thin, but

the good old days have all withered and died

some go on livin'on the sentimental side



the circle is broken

now there's more than just one

and there's room to move

where before there was none

for we stood in our circles

and looked to the inside

our backs to the world

unaware of the outside



they say there's a snake that can shed it's skin

when the good old days are wearing thin, but

the good old days have all withered and died

some go on livin'on the sentimental side