Nice while it lasted

Well the boy never thought in real life terms
He moved at thirty-three and a third
Still remembers the night when it all got right
When they gave the conditions and terms
Through the dash of a fifty-seven Plymouth
Buddy Holly singing "That'll Be The Day"
He felt so strange he never wanted to change
But somehow it all got away...but it was...

Nice while it lasted
It's getting kinda hard to find someone
Someone to believe...and it was
Nice while it lasted
He can try but he can't forget it
'Cause he got a phonographic memory...

He kept growing and the years rolled on
And everything changed
And he couldn't put his finger on
What went wrong or when it all got strange
Oh God how it really use to matter
Ain't that sure anymore
Big dreams, soul screams
He was raised on the radio...

Nice while it lasted
It's getting kinda hard to find someone
Someone to believe...and it was
Nice while it lasted
He can try but he can't forget it
'Cause he got a phonographic memory...

And it was nice while it lasted
Getting kinda hard to find someone
Someone to believe...and it was
And it was nice while it lasted
He can try but he can't forget it
'Cause he got a phonographic memory...