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 concession
Are not often what they seem
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 wanna go
With a seven year warranty
Or just another hundred thousand miles away
From the days that used to be? Writer/s: Neil Young
Publisher: Hipgnosis Songs Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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