| It was a good time | |
| Good time to stop and watch the city breathe, doll | |
| You know, now we're lost | |
| And have nothing to lose | |
| I remember simple things | |
| How's a building get so tall? | |
| No one way to explain | |
| Since we have not yet seen all | |
| The sights there are here to see | |
| Only them will we finally revel in | |
| The good times | |
| Good times | |
| Oh, the good times | |
| Shouldn't be this hard to find | |
| When I see the people standing there | |
| Shy, cerebral in the lonely air | |
| Disenchanted, stony eyes | |
| Bored to tears, but dry inside | |
| Farther on, they'll collide | |
| Intimate, but still strangers | |
| The dangers in each other's eyes | |
| I remember simple things | |
| How's a building get so tall? | |
| No one way to explain | |
| Since we have not yet seen all | |
| The good times | |
| Good times | |
| Oh, the good times | |
| Shouldn't be this hard to find |