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.