I was wrong to say

I wouldn't change a thing, 'cause

In the story of our lives, the best of times

Through colored glass

Time goes on enough

To let me move on past, but

Every little now and then, it creeps on back

To shake my smile

I was wrong to say

I wouldn't change a thing, 'cause

In the story of our lives, the best of times

Through colored glass

Time goes on enough

To let me move on past, but

Every little now and then, it creeps on back

To shake my smile