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#  F#7           B
      We used to know

[Verse]
Em                 B
  Nights of winter, turn me cold
D                 A
  Fear the dying, getting old
C                      G
  We ran the race, the race was won
F#  F#7           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#  F#7           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#       F#7           B
  Giving way to fruitful years

[Flute solo]
Em     B
D      A
C      G
F#     B

[Guitar solo] (x3)
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#  F#7           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#  F#7           B
    We used to know

[Guitar solo to fade]
Em     B
D      A
C      G
F#     B