Is it strange for me to say that If I were to die today There's not a thing that 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 breathe And start to go slow Of all the 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 Ladera 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 breathe And start to go slow Of all the 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