Another day is done, another race is run Another setting sun, over the bay. And I'm the first born son, of a skilled electrician Here in Bradenton in FLA And there's graffiti on the water tower for everyone to read Drive around the city streets for hours They are the best of times, they are the worst of times, they are the days of our lives. Not long after dark, down at the baseball park Kids cheer and dogs will bark, in celebration But all the old folks say, that we stay out too late Cemetery gates, swing wide open And all the spirits of our great grandfathers, will walk the streets at night And float around like they were underwater, when the music plays They miss the salad days, they miss the days of their lives. And there's graffiti on the water tower for everyone to read Drive around the city streets for hours They are the best of times, they are the worst of times, they are the days of our lives.