Hey, everybody's talkin' about the good old days, right Everybody, the good old days, the good old days Well, let's talk about the good old days Come to think of it as, as bad as we think they are
These will become the good old days for our children But why don't we, try to remember that kind of September When life was slow and oh, so mellow Try to remember, and if you remember then follow
Oh, why does it seem the past is always better We look back and think the winters were warmer The grass was greener, the skies were bluer And smiles were bright
Can it be that it was all so simple then Or has time rewritten every line And if we had the chance to do it all again Tell me, would we? Could we?
Memories, like the corners of my mind Misty watercolor memories of the way we were Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind Smiles we gave to one another for the way we were
Oh, can it be that it was all so simple then Or has time rewritten every line And if we had the chance to do it all again Tell me, would we? Could we?
Memories, may be beautiful and yet What's too painful to remember we simply choose to forget So it's the laughter we will remember Whenever we remember the way we were