Those days have left my gold cage br O those colorful old days br They have untied knots of br Pain and joy in so many ways br O those colorful old days! br br They will learn the craft of br Writing songs from my soul – br It was their intention br I know it was their goal! br Without saying a word at this stage br They all have flown away in their ways! br O those colorful old days! br br I dream, they are roaming br Around my broken cage br For someone of those days br For someone I can guess.