I thought the years were passin' by me.
They just carried me along.
And now sometime even I don't recognize who I've become.

I'm living up to expectations,
Everybody's but my own.
That's when yesterday I find he liked the words to some old song,

Takes me home.

Back in the day, where daddy bought my gasoline,

Life was a place as simple as my old blue jeans.
If there was a way, I'd build myself a time machine,
Fly me far away and I might stay back in the day.


There was nothing wrong in my world.
That couldn't be made right.

My biggest problem was staying out to late on Friday night.
Now everything's so complicated.
Fighting time down to the wire.

I wish things could still be as easy as patching up a tire,
As easy as it was.


Back in the day, when I knew it all at 17,
Life was a place, as simple as my old blue jeans.
If there was a way, I'd build myself a time machine,

Fly me far away, and I might stay
Back in the day.


But there's a town off Highway 93,
Where nothings changed but everything.
And that's where I made a little history.


If there was a way, I'd build myself a time machine,
Fly me far away and I might stay back in the day.

(Back in the day.) Back in the day.