The Way It Used To Be
This is the story of a manWho took for granted everything he hadAnd how he let it all just slip awayNever to return again
Now twenty years have come and goneAnd still he wonders what he did so wrongAnd how that he can win back her heartAnd finally step outside of the dark
He buys fresh roses everydayHer favourite flower so she used to sayAnd now the memories all that he has leftAnd I'm afraid he'll drink himself to death
This is the story of a manWho took for granted everything he hadAnd how he let it all just slip awayNever to return again
It's clear she's moved on long agoBut he still clings on to a distant hopeThat shell come and make a happy homeFor now it's him and the bottle all alone
Sometimes you'll see him in the yardA wounded man with a desperate heartHe keeps the hedges trimmed nice and neatTo keep them the way that the used to be
This is the story of a manWho took for granted everything he hadAnd how he let it all just slip awayNever to return again
A single dress hangs on its ownThe scent of perfume all he has to holdA wasted life waiting on a dreamHoping for things the way they used to be
This is the story of a man (this is the story of a man)Who took for granted everything he had (everything he had)And how he let it all just slip away (he let it slip away)Never to return again (to return again)