Good Time Songtext
von The Third Man

High wind small town
A short rest on the way down
You walk through at your own pace
To find a late room or a warm face

It′s a slow fall from your first life
You had big dreams as a first wife

You saw it all
The first time
You had yourself
A good time
Good time


Burning concrete
Midday sun
On stairwell walls
The paint will run
From your window
The river winds
It goes past the fence
Over county lines

And you've lost more
Than your date nights
You could let go
Still you sleep tight

When he called
On your home line
Promised it all
In good time
Good time

When he called
On your home line
He said it′s all
In good time
Good time