Whenever I get to feel this way Hard to find new words to say I think about the bad old days We used to know Nights of winter turn me cold Fears of dying, getting old We ran the race, the race was won By running slowly Could be soon we'll cease to sound Slowly upstairs, faster down Then to revisit stony grounds We used to know With every morning shilling spent Made no sense to leave the bed The bad old days, they came and went Giving way to fruitful years Saving up the birds in hand While in the bush the others land Take what we can before the man Says it's time to go Each to his own way, I'll go mine Best of luck with what you find But for your own sake remember times We used to know
[00:01.29]Whenever I get to feel this way [00:05.12]Hard to find new words to say [00:09.52]I think about the bad old days [00:14.68]We used to know [00:18.30]Nights of winter turn me cold [00:22.38]Fears of dying, getting old [00:26.66]We ran the race, the race was won [00:31.84]By running slowly [00:35.73]Could be soon we'll cease to sound [00:39.51]Slowly upstairs, faster down [00:44.01]Then to revisit stony grounds [00:49.15]We used to know [00:52.47]With every morning shilling spent [00:56.76]Made no sense to leave the bed [01:00.79]The bad old days, they came and went [01:05.95]Giving way to fruitful years [02:16.68]Saving up the birds in hand [02:20.81]While in the bush the others land [02:24.94]Take what we can before the man [02:29.91]Says it's time to go [02:33.27]Each to his own way, I'll go mine [02:37.16]Best of luck with what you find [02:41.34]But for your own sake remember times [02:46.67]We used to know