This gravestone is peaceful and quiet 
She pulls up a chair and sits right by it 
The air around is gentle and warm 
The rose colored wreath is tattered and torn 

Tiny blades of grass are peeking through 
Drawing life from sunshine and dew 
Remembering his eyes when she lied 
Knowing she lives feeling she's died 

Da da da da da da da 
Da da da da da da da 
Where have all the good time gone 
Where have all the good time gone 
Where have all the good time gone my child 
Da da da da da da da 
Da da da da da da da 

So every night after sunshine 
You'll find her there alone in her shrine 
Two forms appearing ghostly in rain 
One red marble the other blue pain 

Where have all the good time gone 
Where have all the good time gone 
Where have all the good time gone my child 
Da da da da da da da 
Da da da da da da da