Hey, 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
But why don't we, try to remember that kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow
Try to remember, and if you remember then follow
Oh, why does it seem the past is always better
We look back and think the winters were warmer
The grass was greener, the skies were bluer
And smiles were bright
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
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 will remember
Whenever we remember the way we were
Remember, the way we were
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
But why don't we, try to remember that kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow
Try to remember, and if you remember then follow
Oh, why does it seem the past is always better
We look back and think the winters were warmer
The grass was greener, the skies were bluer
And smiles were bright
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
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 will remember
Whenever we remember the way we were
Remember, the way we were