The Good Times - Soltero

I slipped away for a single silent day

And in certain situations that is all it seems to take

Let go, slow, and never said a thing

Drifting out of sight like a kite without a string

Now and then I think of all the good times

They come to me sometimes like in a dream

We hang around the kitchen swapping stories

And they’re gone again like water turned to steam

It’s a story that’s repeated in my every single breath

Of how I’d finally win her over just to bore her half to death

And now and then I am reminded of the good times —

How they went running at the thought that they might always be mine

Now and then I think of all the good times

They come to me sometimes like in a dream

We hang around the kitchen swapping stories

And they’re gone again like water turned to steam

Now and then I think of all the good times

And it never takes me more than 20 seconds

I listen to them laughing through the wall

And I’m back to work again in no time at all

Listen to them laughing through the wall

Back to work again, no time at all