I miss the good times but all things must end Old candles flicker and old lovers become old friends Like the wind that winter brings A cold heart will warm a path come spring Each night a-dreaming Ends come down You wake from dreaming To find your dreams have gone You spend your mornings with somebody new I spend my evenings forgetting you Each night a-dreaming Ends come down You wake from dreaming To find your dreams have gone I only miss you now and then And I miss the good times But all things must end All records play out And all things must end