We Used to Know
Whenever I get to feel this waytry to find new words to say,I think about the bad old dayswe used to know.
Nights of winter turn me coldfears of dying, getting oldwe ran the race and the race was runby running slowly.
Could be soon we'll cease to sound,slowly upstairs, faster downthen to revisit stony groundwe used to know.
Remembering mornings, shillings spentmade no sense to leave the bed.The bad old days, they came and wentgiving way to fruitful years.
Saving up the birds in hand,while in the bush, the others land.Take what we can before the mansays it's time to go.
Each to his own way; I'll go mine.Best of luck with what you findBut, for your own sake remember timeswe used to know.