You see those mountains out there where the redwoods stand
Peering over the San Francisco skyline?
They've stood there for a millennium, watching over everyone
Watching a city rise
Not so long ago, the place was to themselves
As they'd share stories from their youth
And a bird would overhear, and on a branch would lend its ear
On a warm, sunny, August afternoon
But I wonder what they must be thinking
Do they miss the good old days?
When conquest wasn't righteous
And hatred wasn't praised
When the nights were filled with silence
And the stars were on display
I wonder
Do they miss the good old days?
You see that speck of starlight shining in the sky
Cradled in the Taurus constellation?
It's been there for a billion years, mothering an atmosphere
Beaming with staggering light
Not so long ago, in a cloud of gas and dust
Her sisters sang a song of her beginnings
And that melody they sang for her rattled in a universe
Living in the absence of time
But I wonder what they must be thinking
Do they miss the good old days?
Where, to hear each others' voices
They didn't have to wait
For their eventual collapse
Or eventual decay
I wonder
Do they miss the good old days?
You popped into my mind just the other day
And I thought about the times we shared together
The way we cast the doubts we thought we couldn't live without
The moments that we thought would last forever
Well, I see you have a new man who loves you
And I'm glad he seems to go the extra mile
I saw a photograph where he's making you laugh
And it made me smile, seeing you smile
But I wonder what you must be thinking
Do you miss the good old days?
It doesn't have to be each second
No, it doesn't have to be each phase
But does it arrive just for a moment
Like the lifetime of a wave?
I wonder
I wonder
I wonder
Do you miss the good old days?