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Well in Hand

Welcome my friends
Here we are together again, won't you come on in, sit a spell
I've got some 21-year-old Scotch.

How long has it been?
Remember those cool summer nights, we thought they'd never end,
the worlds we would conquer, the dreams that were well in hand.

We shared fears and laughter
Take the less traveled road in search of greener pastures,
now take a sip, and tell me how the hell you've been.

Well the things that are good, they're good
yes they're good, just like we knew
When things don't go well, hell it shows,
but I know, we're gonna pull on through
So don't let the reins slip away, cause there's too much to gain
and the road is long
Yes, and the things that are good, they're good
and we knew that they would, so we carry on.

So here's to the ladies
Who whispered sweet words in our ears, and drove us crazy,
where would we be without the thrill of their playful smiles?

Did your principles bend?
We held such high ideals, but it was simpler then,
I've yet to find if past dreams and future needs can relate.

And what of your choices?
We heard the whisper of doubt from so many voices,
still we are here, shall we turn from reason one more time?

Because the things that are good, they're good
yes, they're good, just like we knew
When things don't go well, hell it shows,
but I know, we're gonna push on through
So don't take your eyes off the prize, you've got to realize
that the road is long
Yes, and the things that are good, they're good
and we knew that they would, so we carry on