Who robbed the wishing well Looks like there's nothing coming true Coins trailing up the path And at the end they lead to you These are the better days These are the better days, or not Like a carousel That doesn't move in time Much too soon to tell Far too late to fly Sailing through the gates In a haunted ride Past your greatest fear To the other side These are the better days These are the better days, or not (Who robbed the wishing well) Kinda like you're lost (Looks like there's nothing coming true) Deep inside the crowd The high ropes were too much The circus was too loud (Coins trailing up the path) You said your great escape (And at the end they lead to you) Was leaving your hometown Just another kid Tired of hanging round These are the better days These are the better days, or not These are the better days These are the better days, or not