Good Friends, Great Times
Alex Wilson
Description
A feel-good pop anthem celebrating the simple joys of friendship and shared experiences. "Good Friends, Great Times" captures the warmth and authenticity of those ordinary moments that become extraordinary when shared with close companions. The song blends upbeat melodies with relatable lyrics, creating a nostalgic yet contemporary vibe, perfect for singalongs and feel-good playlists. The lyrics evoke images of casual gatherings, inside jokes, and the unspoken bonds that tie friends together, reminding us that true wealth lies not in material possessions but in the connections we cherish.
Lyrics
Verse 1 Table for six and a squeaky chair, Phone-face down ‘cause we’re really there. Salt pass left and the stories right, Some days bloom in a strip-mall light. Cracked ice laughs in a water glass, Inside jokes that the years amass. No big plan, just a Wednesday sign— Somehow it tastes like summertime. Pre-Chorus We’re not rich, but look at this view— Paper napkins, something true. Call it small, I call it mine— Pour the seconds like they’re wine. Chorus Good friends, great times— Nothing fancy, everything right. Neon open sign, stars in our fries, Big loud love in a small cheap night. If this is all we ever find— I’ll still raise this plastic sky. Good laughs, good light, good life— Good friends, great times. Post-Chorus (chant) Good friends—great times (hey!) Good friends—great times (stay!) Right here—this life— Good friends, great times. Verse 2 Split the check and the cheesecake too, Someone’s bad day turns into new. We trade hope like we trade our bites, Borrow courage, pay with nights. Corner booth turns cathedral warm, Bless the mess and the thunderstorm. Take this picture with your eyes— It’s what ordinary sanctifies. Pre-Chorus We don’t need a reason to glow, We showed up—that’s enough to show. Call it small, I call it mine— Pour the seconds like they’re wine. Chorus Good friends, great times— Nothing fancy, everything right. Neon open sign, stars in our fries, Big loud love in a small cheap night. If this is all we ever find— I’ll still raise this plastic sky. Good laughs, good light, good life— Good friends, great times. Bridge (drop) Save your silver for the thunder, Gold is here in paper lines. Lean your shoulder, pass the wonder— Count the minutes, call them mine. Beat Hit (group whisper) Stay. For. This. Chorus Good friends, great times— Nothing fancy, everything right. Neon open sign, stars in our fries, Big loud love in a small cheap night. If this is all we ever find— I’ll still raise this plastic sky. Outro Chorus (double) One more joke, one more light— Good friends, great times. Good laughs, good light, good life— Good friends, great times. Tag Same table next week? Same time.