Hey, you know, 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, hum
Try to remember that kind of September, when
When life was slow and oh, so mellow, hum
Try to remember, and if you remember then follow
Oh, why does it seem the past is always better
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
Memories, like the corners of my mind
Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind
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
Memories, may be beautiful and yet
What's too painful to remember