Sentimental Side

<br>they`ve been still in their tracks<br>for many`s the year<br>through watching and waiting<br>they`ve made their careers<br>and they`ve got frozen hands<br>like broken down clocks<br>they wait by the door<br>for opportunity`s knock<br>-chorus-<br>they say there`s a snake that can shed it`s skin<br>when the good old days are wearing thin, but<br>the good old days have all withered and died<br>some go on livin` on the sentimental side<br>tall tales and short stories<br>i know i`ll hear them again<br>all about the time, do you remember when?<br>we were all local legends<br>or heores at least<br>has the truth been stretched<br>about killing the beast?<br>they say there`s a snake that can shed it`s skin<br>when the good old days are wearing thin, but<br>the good old days have all withered and died<br>some go on livin`on the sentimental side<br>the circle is broken<br>now there`s more than just one<br>and there`s room to move<br>where before there was none<br>for we stood in our circles<br>and looked to the inside<br>our backs to the world<br>unaware of the outside<br>they say there`s a snake that can shed it`s skin<br>when the good old days are wearing thin, but<br>the good old days have all withered and died<br>some go on livin`on the sentimental side