The Good Of It

The first time I drove past our old place in years Pruned my roses and the tree disappeared I tried to picture us on the lawn, but the place I remember is gone I know I shouldn't want to keep reading the old news It sure would be nice to wander in memory lane So I wish I had saved A picture or two Of you and me framed You were still mine to lose Time can change gray into golden days So that all that remains is the good of it Oh, the good of it I kept a box of your things for a while Hoping one day I would see it and smile Threw it away, moved on with my life Felt right to do at the time Now I can't help but want to look back in the rear view Be sure of the whole truth before all of it fades So I wish I had saved a picture or two of you and me Framed, you were still mine to lose Time can change gray into golden days So that all that remains is the good of it Oh, it seems like some loose ends never tied I know there's a silver lining But how will I find it If I didn't save a picture or two Of you and me framed When you were still mine to lose Time can change gray into golden days So that all that remains is the good of it Oh, the good of it Oh, the good of it