This is a great piece of music, because everybody's always talking about the good old days.
The good old days, the good old days, so let's talk about the good old days.
As bad as they are, these will be the good old days for our children.
So why don't we just try to remember the kind of September
when life was slow and oh, so mellow?
Try to remember, and if you remember, then follow.
I wonder why it seems that the past was always better,
the winters were warmer,
the grass was greener, the skies were bluer,
the smiles were so much brighter.
Could it be 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,
tell me,

could we,
could we
memories
light the corners of my mind
misty water-colored memories
of the way we were
scattered pictures
scattered pictures
scattered pictures
of the smiles we left behind
of the smiles we left behind
smiles we gave to one another
for the way we were
for the way we were
for the way we were
Or could it be it was all so simple then
Or it's time we'd written every line
And if we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me would we
Would we
Memories may be beautiful and yet
What's too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So we're in silence
After
We will remember
Well, we remember
The way we were
Remember
the way we were
Ah, you're beautiful.