Good Things

Cigarettes, on a windy afternoon Leather jacket and a cool boy attitude Sometimes I think about you And the times we would drink at the park No thoughts about where life would take us and Oh, you're gone with the wind I said, "See you later" never saw you again I guess it goes to show that all good things must come to an end Sundress from a downtown trading post Of all the memories I think of ours the most and sometimes I dream about you We're lying face up in the clouds Just talking bout' where life would take us and Oh, you're gone with the wind I said, "See you later" never saw you again I guess it goes to show that all good things must come to an end And now I only know them in the setting of a tranquil scene Of a distant memory Flipping through their faces like the pages of a magazine Growing pains were stressful but never quite as bad as they seemed Ties were slowly broken but their image never faded in me In me Bittersweet, the only word that I can find when I press rewind And turn back the hands of time Are they having fun without me They used to be like the back of my hands They trace the linings of my palms now and Oh, they're gone with the wind I said "See you later" never saw them again I guess it goes to show that all good things must come to an end