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