The good old days that never werenAre what she reaches fornCarry on, carry on, forget about menHer body sways, she doesn't carenShe pulls me to the floornCarry on, carry on, forget about mennHoles in my shoesnWaiting in queues all daynYou went with menHoles in my shoesnWaiting in queuesnThe past that never wasnnThe feathered brooms that brush awaynThe details that still hurtnCarry on, carry on, forget about menThe ransacked tombs of happy daysnLeaves me with the dirtnCarry on, carry on, forget about men