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