I don't wanna bite of more than I can chew,

I'm lettin' go of a little bit of you, at a time.

I think I go the faith of a mustard seed,

To move this mountain of memories, so high.

I took another picture down,

It's a little less of you just hanging around.

I'm turnin' loose one memory at a time,

An' I'll say:



Goodbye to '91.

That summer was so much fun.

Our love was sweet and young back then.

An' there goes September '92,

The first time we said: