Good times, oh good times. Where did the good times go?
Time brings great things, but why does it move so slow?
We were happy then, so we'll get happy again I suppose
You're out there somewhere, hopefully all alone
'Cause I'll be the one you'll find at your doorstep as you come home.
They say that the good things will happen to those who wait
Now what if those good things just happen way too late?
But just as Penelope while her Ulysses through dangers would roam
I'll be the one you'll find at your doorstep if you come home.
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