People say don't rock the boat

Let things go their own way

Idea that one 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 diguise 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 circumstances

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