People say don't rock the boat, let things go their own way
 Ideas that once seem so right, now have gotten hard to say
 I wish I could talk to you, you could talk to me
 'Cause there very few of us left my friend
 From the days that used to be.
 
 Seem like such a simple thing to follow one's own dream
 But possessions and concession are not often what they seem
 They drag you down and load you down in disguise of security.
 But we never had to make those deals
 In the days that used to be.
 
 Talk to me, my long lost friend, tell me how you are
 Are you happy with your circumstance, are you driving a new car
 Does it get you where you wanna go, with a seven year warranty
 Or just another hundred thousand miles away
 From days that used to be.
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