You look to me like a place I know
 But I don’t remember times this good
 Walk down roads, kicking cans, and making plans like we used to
 You’ve heard my stories a thousand times
 But you still laugh at every single joke
 Don’t need a reason to call me any time that you want to

And we laugh a little when we feel like crying
 If you cry a little, I don’t mind

Making it up as we go along
 Three chords and the [bad word]  we can make a song
 We don’t need much, ‘cause we’re here tonight
 It could be the best of times

You’ve got places you want to go
 And I’ve got things I need to leave behind
 So then I light fires, and kick the tires, on roads like we used to

And we laugh a little when we feel like crying
 If you cry a little, I don’t mind

Making it up as we go along
 Three chords and the [bad word]  we can make a song
 We don’t need much, ‘cause we’re here tonight
 It could be the best of times

Making it up as we go along
 We’ve got the [bad word]  we can make a song
 Making it up as we go along
 We’ve got the [bad word]  we can make a song
 (And it could be the best of times)
 Making it up as we go along
 (It could be the best of times)
 We’ve got the [bad word]  we can make a song
 (It could be the best of times)
 Making it up as we go along
 (It could be the best of times)
 We’ve got the [bad word]  we can make a song
 (It could be the best of times)
 Making it up as we go along
 (It could be the best of times)
 We’ve got the [bad word]  we can make a song
 Making it up as we go along
 We’ve got the [bad word]  we can make a song
 (It could be the best of times)
 It could be the best of times