I slipped away for a single silent day
And in certain situations that is all it seems to take
Let go, slow, and never said a thing
Drifting out of sight like a kite without a string
Now and then I think of all the good times
They come to me sometimes like in a dream
We hang around the kitchen swapping stories
And they're gone again like water turned to steam.
It's a story that's repeated in my every single breath
Of how I'd finally win her over just to bore her half to d**h
And now and then I am reminded of the good times -
How they went running at the thought that they might always be mine
Now and then I think of all the good times
They come to me sometimes like in a dream
We hang around the kitchen swapping stories
And they're gone again like water turned to steam.
Now and then I think of all the good times
And it never takes me more than 20 seconds
I listen to them laughing through the wall
And I'm back to work again in no time at all
Listen to them laughing through the wall
Back to work again, no time at all.