Good Times

Down in the subway out in the street
And in the eyes of everyone I meet
There is an absence that you can see
Something missing that used to be there
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Good times now they’re gone, nothing to do but carry on It just takes so long to get nowhere
With all the stars shining bright every much too late at night
It just seems I always leave behind good times
Windows, windows, rivers of cars
This whole city is like an empty bar
With nobody dancing except for me I hear music that used to be here
Repeat Chorus
So you can find some place and call it home
But being in love was like being along on a night that never ends
Wondering when they’ll come again
Will they come again?