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 that I could talk to you
And you could talk to me
'Cause there's very few of us left my friend
From the days that used to be

Seemed like such a simple thing
To follow one's own dream
But possessions and concessions
They're not often what they seem
Well, 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 want to go
With a seven year warranty
Just another hundred thousand miles away
From the days that used to be?
Days that used to be?