People say don't rock the boat, let things go their own way Ideas that once seem so right, now have gotten hard to say I wish I could talk to you, you could talk to me 'Cause there's very few of us left my friend From the days that used to be.
Seem like such a simple thing to follow one's own dream But possessions and concession are not often what they seem They drag you down and load you down in disguise of security. But we never had to make those deals In the days that used to be.
Talk to me, my long lost friend, tell me how you are Are you happy with your circumstance, are you driving a new car Does it get you where you wanna go, with a seven year warranty Or just another hundred thousand miles away From days that used to be.
