Em                B
Whenever I get to feel this way,
 D               A
Try to find new words to say,
  C                G              F#
I think about the bad old days
           B
We used to know.

 Em               B
Nights of winter turn me cold
 D               A
Fears of dying, getting old.
  C                      G              F#
We ran the race and the race was won
           B
By running slowly.

 Em                 B
Could be soon well cease to sound,
 D                A
Slowly upstairs, faster down.
  C              G               F#
Then to revisit stony grounds,
           B
We used to know.

 Em                    B
Remembering mornings, shillings spent,
 D                A
Made no sense to leave the bed.
  C                    G               F#
The bad old days they came and went
                B
Giving way to fruitful years.

[SOLO DE FLAUTA, 3 ESTROFAS, ACORDES CONTINÚAN IGUALES]

 Em            B
Saving up the birds in hand
 D                    A
While in the bush the others land.
  C                 G             F#
Take what we can before the man
          B
Says its time to go.

 Em                 B
Each to his own way Ill go mine.
 D              A
Best of luck in what you find.
  C                     G               F#
But for your own sake remember times
          B
We used to know.

[SOLO DE GUITARRA, 3 ESTROFAS, ACORDES CONTINUAN IGUALES]