Hey, you know, 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, hum But why don't we, ah Try to remember that kind of September, when When life was slow and, and oh, so mellow, hum Try to remember, and if you remember then follow Oh, why does it seem that the past is always better? We look back and we 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