Good Times                                       Written by: Bob Hamilton

Lately
I’ve been spending my time
Trying to read in between the lines
Floating on a wing and a prayer
Hoping for good times

Baby
If you’re feeling confused
You’re not alone
‘cause I am too
We try to make some sense of it all
When there are no rules

It doesn’t really matter
Which way the crap dice fall
The sun and moon may shatter
But we go on and on

When you’re caught
In between
The devil and
The deep blue sea
Keep calm and carry on
Effortlessly

Good times
Are coming soon
Try whistling a cheery tune
We’ve had enough of rack and of ruin
Permanently

The shouting and the clatter
The incessant background noise
They don’t really matter
Listen to your happy voice