good times they come and they go

never going to know

what fate is going to blow

your way just hope that it feels right

sometimes it comes and it goes

you take it ever so slow

and then you lose it, then it flows right to you



so we rely on the past

special moments that last

were they as tender as we dare to remember

such a fine time as this

what could equal the bliss

the thrill of the first kiss

it'll blow right to you



it's never as good as the first time

never as good as the first time



good times they come and they go

never going to know

it's like the weather

one day chicken next day feathers

the rose we remember

the thorns we forget

we'd love and leave

we never spend a minute on regret



it is a possibility

the more we know the less we see

second time, second time is not quite what it seems

natural as the way we came to be

second time won't live up to the dream



it's never as good as the first time

never as good as the first time



natural as the way we came to be

second time won't live up to the dream

natural as the way we came to be

second time is not quite what it seemed



it's never

as good as the first time

as the first time (never as good as the first time)

the first time



natural as the way we came to be

second time won't live up to the dream

natural as the way we came to be

second time is not quite what it seemed



it's never

as good as the first time

as the first time (never as good as the first time)

the first time