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

Good to be alive
Good to be alive