The Way We Were/Try to Remember

Hey, you know, everybody's talking about the good old days.
Right, everybody?
The good old days, the good old days.
Well, let's talk about the good old days.
Come to think of it, as, as bad as we think they are,
these will become the good old days for our children.
Hmmm.
Why don't we, ah,
Try to remember that kind of September when,
When life was slow and oh so mellow.
Hmmm.
Try to remember.
And if you remember, then follow.
Oh, why does it seem the past is always better?
We look back and think the winters were warmer,
the grass was greener, the skies were bluer and smiles were bright.
Can it be that it was all so simple then
Or has time rewritten every line?
And if we had the chance to do it all again,
Tell me, would we?
Could we?
Memories, like the corners of my mind,
Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were.
Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind.
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Oh, can it be that it was all so simple then
Or has time rewritten every line?
And if we had the chance to do it all again,
Tell me, would we? (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.)
Could we?
Memories may be beautiful and yet
What's too painful to remember,
We simply choose to forget.
So it's the laughter we will remember
Whenever we remember
The way we were.
Remember the way we were.