Whenever I get to feel this way,
Try 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 ground.
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 it's time to go.
Each to his own way; I'll go mine.
Best of luck in what you find.
But for your own sake remember times
We used to know
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Whenever I get to feel this way,
Try 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 ground.
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 it's time to go.
Each to his own way; I'll go mine.
Best of luck in what you find.
But for your own sake remember times
We used to know
Try 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 ground.
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 it's time to go.
Each to his own way; I'll go mine.
Best of luck in what you find.
But for your own sake remember times
We used to know
Writer: Ian Anderson
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management