In the cold, hard light of dawn
Are you happy with what you’ve become
Indoors, from room to room, are you guiltless
And the tears they came and went
When we came through, came, and went
While in my hair you made a fist, I was guiltless

But we were good when we were good
We were good when we were good

Through the woodsmoke in Hancock
New York played a kid's game turned a baring of scars
Outdoors from kid to kid, psychic lesions
And the beers they came and went
Exposing the pornographic larks of our past
Filling the spaces we'd all chased to forget, I find peace in this

Oh, we were good when we were good
Oh, but now we are not good, now we are not good
And never have I ever walked away when the time was right