Tom Waits - Good old world

When I was a boy, the moon was a pearl the sun a yellow gold.But when I was a man, the wind blew cold the hills were upside down.But now that I have gone from here there's no place I'd rather bethan to float my chances on the tide Back in the good old world.On October's last, I'll fly back home rolling down winding way And all I've got's a pocket full of flowers from my grave But now summer is gone I remember it best Back in the good old world I remember when, she held my handand we walked home alone in the rain how pretty her mouth, how soft her hairnothing can be the same and there's a rose upon her breastwhere I long to lay my head and her hair was so yellowand the wine was so red Back in the good old world.