Digital Art Work Section
The Tightfit - B
Remember how we spent the night time counting out the stars.
Too late for the beach, too early for the bars
All of us together would raise our glasses high
and drink a toast to Times Gone By.
Remember how the Sunday morning bells were always ringing
and out along the waterfront we'd hear the big men singing
In some long-forgotten time, some August or July.
Even then we'd talk about the times gone by.
The times, oh we had some times
when love cost only nickles and dimes.
Always when our secret needs were hard to satisfy
we'd talk of going back again to times gone by.
Remember how we talked and laughed and cried into the dawning
and the terrible taste of kisses in the morning.
Crowded rooms and lonesome tunes and very liitle sky.
even then the better times were times gone by.