The first time I drove past our old place in years
Pruned my roses and the tree disappeared
I tried to picture us on the lawn, but the place I remember is gone
I know I shouldn't want to keep reading the old news
It sure would be nice to wander in memory lane
So I wish I had saved
A picture or two
Of you and me framed
You were still mine to lose
Time can change gray into golden days
So that all that remains is the good of it
Oh, the good of it
I kept a box of your things for a while
Hoping one day I would see it and smile
Threw it away, moved on with my life
Felt right to do at the time
Now I can't help but want to look back in the rear view
Be sure of the whole truth before all of it fades
So I wish I had saved a picture or two of you and me
Framed, you were still mine to lose
Time can change gray into golden days
So that all that remains is the good of it
Oh, it seems like some loose ends never tied
I know there's a silver lining
But how will I find it
If I didn't save a picture or two
Of you and me framed
When you were still mine to lose
Time can change gray into golden days
So that all that remains is the good of it
Oh, the good of it
Oh, the good of it