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#             B
    We used to know

[Verse]

Em                    B
    Nights of winter,   turn me cold
D                   A
    Fears of dying,   getting old
C                        G
    We ran the race, the race was won
F#             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#             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#         B
    Giving way to fruitful years

[Flute solo]

Em       B
D        A
C        G
F#       B

[Guitar solo]  x2

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#                    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#             B
    We used to know

[Guitar solo to fade]

Em       B
D        A
C        G
F#       B