If you grow tired of the friends you make

In case you mean to say something else

Say they were the best of times you ever had

The best of times with the thoughtless kind



We dress conservatively at the best of times

Prefer the shadows to the bright lights in the eyes

Of the ones we love, the bright lights in the eyes of the ones we love



What we see, what we imagine the eyes tell us nothing

The bright lights in the eyes of the one we love will tell you

Nothing except that you're the thoughtless kind



If you grow tired of the friends you make

Never ever turn your back on them

Say they were the best of times you ever had

The best of times with the thoughtless kind