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