Good Things

Cigarettes, on a windy afternoon

Leather jacket and a cool boy attitude

Sometimes I think about you

And the times we would drink at the park

No thoughts about where life would take us and

Oh, you're gone with the wind

I said, "See you later" never saw you again

I guess it goes to show that all good things must come to an end

Sundress from a downtown trading post

Of all the memories I think of ours the most and sometimes I dream about you

We're lying face up in the clouds

Just talking bout' where life would take us and

Oh, you're gone with the wind

I said, "See you later" never saw you again

I guess it goes to show that all good things must come to an end

And now I only know them in the setting of a tranquil scene

Of a distant memory

Flipping through their faces like the pages of a magazine

Growing pains were stressful but never quite as bad as they seemed

Ties were slowly broken but their image never faded in me

In me

Bittersweet, the only word that I can find when I press rewind

And turn back the hands of time

Are they having fun without me

They used to be like the back of my hands

They trace the linings of my palms now and

Oh, they're gone with the wind

I said "See you later" never saw them again

I guess it goes to show that all good things must come to an end