Good Times Songtext
von The Gentle Hits

Sun cuts the tree line
Like the pleasure′s all mine
Impartially kind
Here beneth you
I was contracted to die
The first moment I opened my eyes
Oh, to know you

Oh good times
They sure don't have to pass me by

To warm my hopeless case
With its′ canvas face
Where emotions paint
What they want to
Here in times like these
Where ceremonies outlive
Anything they could mean
I still want you


No, good times
They sure don't have to pass me by
No, good times
They don't have to pass me by
And it′s all picked up steam
While we argue over who′s to drive
No good times,
They sure don't have to pass

In my sequence of moods
I′m cycling through
Feeling fine, with depression in the que
I'm just like you
When convenience ends
And your friendships dim
And of course it′s not your fault again
You don't have to

No, good times
They sure don′t have to pass me by
No, good times
They don't have to pass me by
And it's all picked up steam
While we argue over who′s to drive
No good times,
They sure don′t have to pass