I remember when,
But I can remember them,
The faces of all the people that I used to know.
Like a hard drive,
Filled with pictures from the past.
Like an old man,
Who never spends his cash.
I got a bunch of great ideas with nowhere to go.
Driving 'round town in my red Fiero.
I've got nothing left to lose on a Saturday night.
A six-pack of courage and I'm feeling alright.
Alright.
Alright.
Alright!
I remember when,
But I forget why we ended it.
A white hot summertime love affair.
She had pink highlights,
In her hair.
Like an old roll of film, yet undeveloped,
Hiding it's contents from the world.
I got a bunch of great memories with no one to share.
I used to try hard, I used to care.
I've got nothing left to lose on a Saturday night.
A six-pack of courage and I'm feeling alright.
When its all darkness and the street lights,
When it's all foggy in the moonlight, this moonlight!
When I think about her almost every night,
I can't stop,
I can't look away,
From the glossy!
From the glossy!
From the glossy!
I forget when, (I forget when)
The touch and feel of it,
The scent and the shape of loving her, (Of loving her)
As time drags by, I can't seem to remember why,
I stopped seeing her,
In my mind. (In my mind)
I've got a bunch of long stories and no one to tell,
I sit all alone in this cheap motel,
I've got nothing left to lose on a Saturday night.
A six-pack of courage and I'm feeling...
Alright.
Alright!
Alright!
When its all darkness and the street lights,
When it's all foggy in the moonlight, this moonlight!
When I think about her almost every night,
I can't stop,
I can't look away,
From the glossy!
When its all darkness and the street lights,
When it's all foggy in the moonlight, this moonlight!
When I think about her almost every night,
I can't stop,
I can't look away,
From the glossy!
From the glossy!
From the glossy!