(Keith Wilson)
Verse 1
I ran my fingers through her hair
I felt that I was chosen
To live a life without a care
And all with words unspoken
Chorus
Where do all the good times go
Do I hear distant voice’s
Where do all the good times go
We all make foolish choices
Verse 2
She gathered driftwood for the fire
I put an edge on my Opinel
I watched the flames dance in her eyes
I freely fell under her spell
Chorus
Where do all the good times go
Do I hear distant voice’s
Where do all the good times go
We all make foolish choices
Repeat Verse 1
I ran my fingers through her hair
I felt that I was chosen
To live a life without a care
And all with words unspoken
Chorus
Where do all the good times go
Do I hear distant voice’s
Where do all the good times go
We all make foolish choices