I miss the old days, wagon roads in muddy clay and Nights with the stare forever, all gone-returning never and I miss the hand-hewn wood, doors built strong and good. Houses stood for generations, God and gold and venerations and Oh how those times are gone, now the light bulbs are going on There’s a car coming down the drive I guess I’m a live – now – but I miss how (Whistle) How the world was endless, the wilderness was so green and vast. How the sky was a mystery, nothing else could ever be. They lived in a ruthless cloud, where the flowers sang out loud And everything that came to pass would be laid to rest beneath the grass and Oh how those times are gone, we touch the Earth when we mow the lawn. There’s a problem with my hard drive, I guess I’m a live – now – but I miss how (Whistle) How the snow fell and fell, how the uncles helped dig the well How they worked to harvest grain, curse the dust and prayed for rain We still can’t see what’s coming, through the static and through the humming But I would trade this modern science for a life of self-reliance Oh how those times are gone, I want a nonfat latte with no whipped cream on. Think I need it just to survive, I guess I’m a live – now – but I miss how (Whistle) How we miss what we’ve never seen, dream about what might have been, When I see the city sprawl, pavement to the sentry wall. The polar bear was safe back then, now all we do is to pretend Read in books and think about, All that we‘ve been left without and Oh how those times are gone, I’m standing here with my big shoes on My plane leaves a quarter to five, I guess I’m a live – now – but I miss how (Whistle or doot yadoo)
Written by Sara Hoxie. Song appeared on the albums Prayer for Feather River and Waterfall Boy.