The Good Die Young

I remember, those days so clear
To me it seemed like yesterday
We walked and talked, Father and Son
I didn't realize every moment was tickin' away
Oh I miss, yeah I cry, those days
Somebody listen

The Good Die Young

Crawl along, find your way
A thousand times those days have lived again
Try not to hide your tears
Even when it never seems to end

Painting pictures in my mind, wastin' so much time
Now it looks as though it's too late

Dreams are all that, I can share
That's where we talk again
I feel your presence touchin' me
And once in a while I almost see you there