The Decemberists Follow

Those were the days of Elaine
That was the phrase that she used
To describe to her son
All the fun she had had

Long before he went away
Long before days of the dole
And the draze and the lull
But the call never came

To say, oh, oh, oh

Loitering lavender park
Laying about in the day
And the dark of a room
While the noon passes by

Always on verge of collapse
Mother would quit and then suffer
A lapse from the drink
You would think she was dead

What to say, oh, oh, oh
She say, oh, oh, oh, oh

And the time that it takes, will it go so slow?
She laid on the brakes and she dulled her glow
Now, doesn't it go so slow when you build it up to tear it town?
You're tearing it down, you tear it down

Those were the days
Those were the days of Elaine
The days of Elaine
The days of Elaine

A lover like Allen Dallon
She followed him blind from salon to salon
From the hills to the pills he would take

Her father had died in the mines
Her brother had shown no remorse for his crimes
When they strung him up
He got all hung up on the scaffolding

But he say, oh, oh, oh
He say, oh, oh, oh, oh

And the time that it takes, will it go so slow?
And she laid on the brakes and she dulled her glow
Now doesn't it go so slow when you build it up to tear it down?
You're tearing it down, you tear it down

Those were the days
Those were the days of Elaine
The days of Elaine
The days of Elaine, yeah