The good die young

I remember those days so clear
to me it seemed like yesterday
we walked and talked father and son
I didn't realize every moment was tickin' away
oh I miss yeah I cry those days somebody listen

the good die young

crawl along find your way
a thousand times those days have lived again
try not to hide your tears even when it never seems to end

painting pictures in my mind wastin' so much time
now it looks as though it's too late

dreams are all that I can share that's where we talk again
I feel your presence touchin' me
and once in a while I almost see you there