Where We Used To Go

Well I think I’m getting old, things don’t excite me like they used to

Money, drugs, and rock n roll, ain’t all that they’re cracked up to

Where did my friends go?

They cut their hair, and got a job, so I cut my hair too

Where did my friends go?

They cut their hair, quit singing songs, now they’re miserable

So won’t you pick me up and take me down, to that place where we used to go

Won’t you pick me up and take me down, to that place where we used to go

Cause I hear its beautiful this time of year

Yes I think I’m growing cold

Things don’t heat me up quite like they used to

New cities, women, and open roads, they only make me think about you

Tell me where did my friends go?

They cut their hair, and got a job, so I got me a hair cut too

Tell me where did my friends go?

They cut their hair, quit singing songs, now they’re miserable

And I don’t wanna be miserable, no

So won’t you pick me up and take me down, to that place where we used to go

Won’t you pick me up and take me down, to that place where we used to go

Cause I hear its beautiful this time of year

I think I’m getting old

I just want the flame to burn like it used to

So won’t you pick me up and take me down to that place where we used to go

So won’t you pick me up and take me down, to that place where we used to go

Won’t you pick me up and take me down, to that place where we used to go

Cause I know its beautiful this time of year

Yeah this time of year