It is strange for me to say that If I were to die today There's not a thing I would change I've lived well Maybe I have made mistakes and been through my fair share of pain But all in all, it's been okay, I've lived well And the more that I see, the more that I know I don't know anything, at all Like the more that I breath, and start to go slow Oh, one of many things, I can only recall All of the good things, good things All of the good things, good things Only the good, the good, the good Only the good, the good, the good All of the good things, good things All of the good things, good things Only the good, the good, the good Only the good Living on Sycamore street, and spending weekends on the beach We were free, to be everything we dreamed Flying kites and water fights Summer nights, we'd ride our bikes On over hill, and dare our heights Man I swear And the more that I see, the more that I know I don't know anything, at all Like the more that I breath, and start to go slow Oh, one of many things, I can only recall All of the good things, good things All of the good things, good things Only the good, the good, the good Only the good, the good, the good All of the good things, good things All of the good things, good things Only the good, the good, the good Only the good, the good, the good All of the good things, good things All of the good things, good things Only the good, the good, the good Only the good

It is strange for me to say that If I were to die today There's not a thing I would change I've lived well Maybe I have made mistakes and been through my fair share of pain But all in all, it's been okay, I've lived well And the more that I see, the more that I know I don't know anything, at all Like the more that I breath, and start to go slow Oh, one of many things, I can only recall All of the good things, good things All of the good things, good things Only the good, the good, the good Only the good, the good, the good All of the good things, good things All of the good things, good things Only the good, the good, the good Only the good Living on Sycamore street, and spending weekends on the beach We were free, to be everything we dreamed Flying kites and water fights Summer nights, we'd ride our bikes On over hill, and dare our heights Man I swear And the more that I see, the more that I know I don't know anything, at all Like the more that I breath, and start to go slow Oh, one of many things, I can only recall All of the good things, good things All of the good things, good things Only the good, the good, the good Only the good, the good, the good All of the good things, good things All of the good things, good things Only the good, the good, the good Only the good, the good, the good All of the good things, good things All of the good things, good things Only the good, the good, the good Only the good