Written by Jim Oliver & Chris Cangeleri
Produced by Chris Cangeleri
Jim Oliver: vocals
Chris Cangeleri: guitars, vocals, organ sequence
Jim Oliver: lead vocals
Chris Cangeleri: lead & harmony vocals; guitars, bass, organ
Rich Coyle: piano
Tom Huber: drums

Lyrics

Is it Monday, is it Tuesday?
Days keep repeating like a Broadway play
The same old same old brings the same old pain
I'm going through the motions
Still hoping for a change

I hear Memphis blues in my head
My old man staring at an empty bed
I remember what you told me as the light turned red
Chase away the sorrow, chase away the dread.

I want the good stuff
Give me the good stuff
A clear conscience and some peace of mind.
A beach at sunset and a perfect rhyme.

I'm looking through the rearview
Makes it so hard to see
Help me know what you're seeing
Everything looks different when you look at me

I need to shake off the past
Memories behind me, foot on the gas.
I'll keep trying till I get close
Precious days are wasted
Running from an old ghost.

I want the good stuff
Give me the good stuff
A clear conscience and some peace of mind.

One day I drifted back to see my younger self.
Am I still me or am I someone else

My past is right here in front of me
Just one long day, but I want more.
A battle's lost but not the war.
I never saw what you see in me
I was content to be ordinary
I could be free if not for me.
Now I know.

I want the good stuff
Give me the good stuff.
A clear conscience and some peace of mind.