Ain't it strange,
how things change,
rolling through the years.
All good things,
have an end.
Still I hate to say goodbye.
Good bye to all the summer days,
loved ones lost along the way,
memories and souvenirs,
silhouettes and dusty shelves.
Goodbye to all fair weather friends lost along the way.
It was all worth it,
and this song is still yours and mine.
Well you can camouflage a lie,
deceive the eye,
lie and cheat,
justify deceipt.
You can say you're not responsible,
and let your morals slip.
But I know your heart ain't as empty as that.
I know you meant well
and this song is still yours and mine.
One look in the mirror tells you nothing stays the same.
You can wallow in your loss or accept the change.
You meant well but your days are gone,
and the circle takes us back to where we began.
Like Frankie said somewhere inside there's a small child,
innocence intact.
You can strip away the laters like a Russian doll.
A simple question,
and an innocent answer back.
I know it was worth it all along.
I know your heart ain't as empty as that.
I know you meant well,
and this song's still yours and mine.
Ain't it strange,
how things change.
rolling through the years.
All good things,
have an end.
Still I hate to say goodbye