Em B
Whenever I get to feel this way
D A
Hard to find new words to say
C G
I think about the bad old days
F# F#7 B
We used to know
[Verse]
Em B
Nights of winter, turn me cold
D A
Fear the dying, getting old
C G
We ran the race, the race was won
F# F#7 B
By running slowly
[Verse]
Em B
Could be soon we'll cease to sound
D A
Slowly upstairs, faster down
C G
Then to revisit stony grounds
F# F#7 B
We used to know
[Verse]
Em B
Remembering mornings, shillings spent
D A
Made no sense to leave the bed
C G
The bad old days they came and went
F# F#7 B
Giving way to fruitful years
[Flute solo]
Em B
D A
C G
F# B
[Guitar solo] (x3)
Em B
D A
C G
F# B
[Verse]
Em B
Saving up the birds in hand
D A
While in the bush the others land
C G
Take what we can before the man
F# F#7 B
Says it's time to go
[Verse]
Em B
Each to his own way I'll go mine
D A
Best of luck with what you find
C G
But for your own sake remember times
F# F#7 B
We used to know
[Guitar solo to fade]
Em B
D A
C G
F# B
