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, the good, 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, the good, the good