The Best of Times

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One of my best pals wrote this one with me during a time when we were both lost in the ozone. 
It’s a poignant story song that takes a lot of people to another place in time.


“The Best of Times”

(Doak Snead/David Alexander © 1989)


She remembers the hour they met trapped in the Tower

Two silhouettes at bay

Debating who’s really free discussing the DMZ

And the guilt of James Earl Ray

It was the Best of Times   it was the Best of Times


Beneath a marijuana moon their guitars played “Rocky Raccoon”

In a different light

He turned on and she tuned in to the tenderness of friends

And they made love that night

It was the Best of Times  it was The Best of Times it was

It was the Best of Times


Then while marching for their degrees their freak flags blowing in the breeze

Well it was Pomp and it was Circumstance

And from across the stadium he waved and held up high his thumb

To try and catch her glance

It was the Best of Times it was the Best of Times  It was the Best of Times

But old time must’ve lost it’s grip a war killed that relationship


Well at the crux of her career she met a high financier

And she moved to a higher hill

For equal rights and equal pay she worked hard to help pave the way

You’d say she’d done quite well

But success can take its toll and divorce can take a soul


There’s a trunk in a lonely room where a face from the past still looms

In a broken picture frame

A young man in a cap an gown his tasseled mem’ry hanging ‘round

And she wipes the dust away

It was the Best of Times   it was   it was The Best of Times  it was the Best of Times


The grocery shopping was almost done the dotted lines and the torn coupons

And she turned down an aisle

Her future was a question mark   her present was a shopping cart

Her past was time and miles

But as she glanced at the grapes and plumbs

A man waved and held up high his thumb

It was the Best of Times  it was  the Best of Times   it was the Best of Times

© Doak Snead 2001-2018