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