Gone Are the Good Times
She's stuck in the back seat on a late night cruise through our city.
Her cigarette glows burning as fast as she blows.
Now she can't remember where she has hid the bottle
At the gates to the park on hands and knees in the dark.
She found an answer.
I know change has come and gone are the good times.
Gone are the good times that we saved for the hard times.
I know they won't be back again.
She jumps in the front seat.
She's racing home in the last heat.
She's first out the gate but she knows she'll be late.
Now over the narrows, she looks down on our city.
With no souvenirs, nothing can hold her here.
But she found an answer and I know change has come and gone.
And gone are the good times.
Gone are the good times that we saved for the hard times.
I know they won't be back again for the hard times.
Gone are the good times that we saved for the hard times.
I know they won't be back again.
So listen here.
I know she won't be back again.