Where the good times...

[Verse 1] Lost it in a diamond mine, dark as hell and hard to find, Slipped through my hands like grains of sand, Was it stolen, or did I leave it behind? Maybe it’s buried in a whiskey glass, Or tangled up in the songs of the past. Every step I take feels like a mistake, Chasing whispers where the traces break. [Chorus 1] Where the good times gone? I’m calling out. Were they sold for gold or drowned in doubt? Where the good times gone? I can’t recall, Did I lose them, or were they never there at all? Running circles, burning through the haze, Where the good times gone? Lost in the maze. [Verse 2] Broke my back and died of thirst, Digging deep, only finding dirt. I followed a map that led nowhere, A thousand dead ends, but I still care. Lost it in the sweat of an honest day, Or was it taken in a gambler’s play? I’m clawing at walls, but they don’t give way. [Chorus 2] Where the good times gone? I’m screaming now, Did they vanish in the smoke or break their vow? Where the good times gone? I can’t let go, Are they buried beneath the lies I know? Turning stones, walking through the blaze, Where the good times gone? Fading away. [Bridge] Maybe they’re not lost, just hiding in plain sight, In the lines of a face, in the tears of the night. Could be the laughter that I didn’t hear, Or the fleeting moments I held in fear. The preacher says it’s faith, the singer says it’s love, The cynic says it’s gone, the dreamer looks above. I search for answers in an empty sky, But the stars keep falling, and so do I. [Verse 3] Bought me a map, showed me where to look, Read it like scripture, a fool and his book. Comic books and silver screens, Sold me the dream of what it all means. Preachers preaching from a neon throne, Selling salvation through a dial tone. Still, I’m running, but I’m all alone. [Final Chorus] Where the good times gone? They haunt my mind, Are they hidden in the clock, or lost in time? Where the good times gone? They feel so near, But the closer I get, the less they appear. Tracing steps through the smoke and haze, Where the good times gone? Lost in the maze.