Oh sometimes, I must look back
And recall those moments
From my memories past.
Those times of sorrow
And times of joy,
Those times of just being
A growing boy.
When the kids were foolish
And the folks were right.
And you couldn’t stay out
For too late at night.
And dreams were for dreamers
So filled with magic.
And good guys shooting bad guys
Wasn’t near so tragic.
Sometimes I don’t remember
Till the twenty fifth of December
That old times, old friends can come back
I still love looking back.
Oh those ragged girls
Too young to play
For a shallow promise
Gave their hearts away.
And I was a champion
And she my queen
And with that be the music
And we’ll play the scene.
Never loved to learn,
But we learned to love.
High school heroes
Graduation love
Golden friends
How they slip away
And going to get married
In another city.
Sometimes I don’t remember
Till the twenty fifth of December
That old times, old friends can come back
I still love looking back.
Sometimes I don’t remember
Till the twenty fifth of December
That old times, old friends can come back
Still I love keeping track
Oh for those in my pack
I still love looking back.