Remember the first time On second thought please don't remember the first time ‘Cause going there and feeling that don't do me any good But wasn't it special Oh no no no It wasn't so special ‘Cause what would I be doing here alone and what about it It's in the way (heave ho heave ho) you always want to go there you wanna mine the gold of what we had or did we really have it Don't wanna see those eyes Don't wanna take that ride No I'm not driving down your sentimental highway Don't wanna be nostalgic Don't want to be nostalgic for something that never was Well you were a looker and you still are you're a looker But looking at you looking at me don't do me any good I thought we were good together Yes I did I thought we were good together but I was wrong and I've been wrong before so many times It's in the way (heave ho heave ho) you always want to go there you wanna mine the gold of what we had or did we really have it Don't wanna see those eyes Don't wanna take that ride Lord knows I'm not driving down your sentimental highway Don't want to be nostalgic Don't want to be nostalgic for something that never was You will find me at the back of the bathhouse waiting for the heat Oh holy night at the back of the bathhouse turn the lights down low Won't you meet me at the back of the bathhouse I'll be waiting for you Oh holy night at the back of the bathhouse Turn the lights down low Don't want to be nostalgic Don't want to be nostalgic Don't want to be nostalgic for something that never was