Sangtekst: Vetiver. Farther On.

It was a good time
Good time to stop and watch the city breathe, doll
You know, now we're lost
And have nothing to lose

I remember simple things
How's a building get so tall?
No one way to explain
Since we have not yet seen all

The sights there are here to see
Only them will we finally revel in

The good times
Good times
Oh, the good times
Shouldn't be this hard to find

When I see the people standing there
Shy, cerebral in the lonely air
Disenchanted, stony eyes
Bored to tears, but dry inside

Farther on, they'll collide
Intimate, but still strangers
The dangers in each other's eyes

I remember simple things
How's a building get so tall?
No one way to explain
Since we have not yet seen all

The good times
Good times
Oh, the good times
Shouldn't be this hard to find