In the cold, hard light of dawn are you happy with what you've become Indoors, from room to room, are you guiltless And the tears they came and went, when we came through, came, and went While in my hair you made a fist, I was guiltless But we were good when we were good We were good when we were good Through the woodsmoke in Hancock New York played a kid's game turned a baring of scars Outdoors from kid to kid, psychic lesions And the beers they came and went, exposing the pornographic larks of our past Filling the spaces we'd all chased to forget, I find peace in this Oh we were good when we were good Oh but now we are not good, now we are not good And never have I ever