Am E
Whenever I get to feel this way
G D
Try to find new words to say
F C B
I think about the bad old days
E
We used to know
Nights of winter turn me cold -
Fears of dying getting old
We ran the race and the race was won
By running slowly
Could be soon well cease to sound
Slowly upstairs faster down
Then to revisit stony grounds
We used to know
Remembering mornings shillings 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 its time to go
Each to his own way Ill go mine
Best of luck in what you find
But for your own sake remember times
We used to know