Styles new wave music [Memories of Back in the Day] Oh, oh, the memories of back in the day, Oh, how they whisper With so many things to say. Oh, oh, As the years and years have gone by, And as I remember the good times Along with the times of tears, My heart warms and my heart cries For the ties I have made And the ties I have broken. Oh, the memories of back in the day, Oh, how they whisper With so many things to say. I think back, in the quiet hours of the night, Of the things I did mostly okay And things I did not quite do right. Oh, oh, those memories of back in the day, They carry me away to So many things I have been through. Oh, oh, the memories of back in the day, Oh, how they whisper With so many things to say. I ponder and wonder and I reminisce About the opportunities I missed And of the old acquaintances back in the day, And I wonder how they have made their way? Have they fallen to hard events? Or have they done well or at least, okay? Oh, how the heart rolls and rolls Those memories of back in the day And make me wonder Why or how, or even if I had turned another way, What would all that have meant? What would or could have been? Did I miss some good Or some bad event Because that was not the way I went? Oh, oh, the memories of back in the day, Oh, how they whisper With so many things to say. Oh, oh, how I wonder so How and why my life did go, And how it could have gone. Memories are that a way, But, then, it is what it is, And we just have to move on. Oh, oh, As the years and years have gone by, And as I remember the good times Along with the times of tears, My heart warms and my heart cries For the ties I have made And the ties I have broken. Oh, the memories of back in the day, Oh, how they whisper With so many things to say.
