At the time, he was learning to drive, sneaking in after curfew, and always looking forward to getting older. Now, as he looks back, he wishes he could go back and recapture some of that feeling again. Their affair has become one of convenience, and the narrator acknowledges that it wasn't fulfilling now that he looks back: However, she cannot find the words to express herself except to ask whether her friend will remember her. I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it But I probably will Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture A little of the glory of, well time slips away And leaves you with nothing, mister but Boring stories of glory days. Daisy Duke and her cutoff jeans the Rubik's cube the Columbia Space Shuttle disaster and big hair and parachute pants If you lived through these good times, then take a trip down memory lane.