Days That Used to Be

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 that I could talk to you and you could talk to me

'Cause there very few of us left my friend

From the days that used to be.

Seemed 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 want to go, with a seven year warranty

Or just another hundred thousand miles away

From the days that used to be.