Good Times
Tears, resemble, resemble tears
I know not, what they, mean
And memories, gathering, gathering like fallen leaves
Longing to be spoken of, now
Do you remember, the cold times in December
The best times of them all, the good times
When I had to, clear my head and take a walk
For a second chance at all
Oh I know it's tough
Looking on the past I know
So hold on while you can
Do you remember, the February weather
The worst times of them all
Do you remember the time we had together
How time has grown old
The best thing about memories, is making them
