I miss the good times but all things must end
Old candles flicker and old lovers become old friends

Like the wind that winter brings
A cold heart will warm, a path come spring

Each night a-dreaming, ends come down
You wake from dreaming to find your dreams have gone

You spend your mornings with someone new
I spend my evenings forgetting you

Each night a-dreaming, ends come down
You wake from dreaming to find your dreams have gone

I only miss you now and then
And I miss the good times, but all things must end
All records play out and all things must end