Wasn't it yesterday?
I was eight years old
I had a pocket full of rocks
That I knew were made of solid gold
There were girls to be hated
Trees to be climbed, forts to be built
There was so much time
It's good to be alive, good to be alive
There's nothing in the world
Like being fifteen
Your pockets are empty
But you head is full of dreams
Of girls to be loved, of places to see
It's the best and the worst
Just my friends and me
And we're anything we want to be
And it's good to be alive
To feel the wind in my face
See the blue in the sky
It's days like this
I realize what a gift it is
It's good to be alive
Well, I wonder what this day will see
Will I find my dreams
Or stare in the face of tragedy?
Whatever may come
Whatever may be
Of this I am sure
I'm forgiven and free
And I will live like I believe
It's good to be alive
To feel the wind in my face
See the blue in the sky
It's days like this
I realize what a gift it is
It's good to be alive
It's good to be alive
Whatever may come
Whatever may be
Of this I am sure
I'm forgiven and free
And I will live like I believe
It's good to be alive
To feel the wind in my face
See the blue in the sky
It's days like this
I realize what a gift it is
And it's good to be alive
To feel the wind in my face
See the blue in the sky
It's days like this
I realize what a gift it is
It's good to be alive
