Hey you know everybody's talkin' about the good old days

Everybody the good old days

The good old days

Well, let's talk about the good old days

Come to think about it 

As bad as we think they are

These will become the good old days of our children

Why don't we try to remember

The kind of September

When life was slow and oh so mellow

Try to remember

And if you remember

Then follow

Why does it always seem the past is better

We look back and think

The winters were warmer

The grass was greener

The skies were bluer

The smiles were brighter

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

Memories

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'll remember

We'll remember 

Whenever we remember

The Way We Were...