I've got an old friend
Getting married this weekend
It does not seem like I'll be there
But I've been tracing
Trying to remember
Some of the things we used to care about
When're you gonna save the corner/see every corner (--?--)
Of a place I haven't seen
When're you gonna have me over like
chorus:
The way things used to be (--x3--)
I don't want it all back
I don't mind where I'm at
I've been trying to stand tall
But I've been placing so much of my mind's eye
Just trying to see over these walls
I put in front of me
When're you gonna answer a phone call
I say I'm on your street
I think we used to laugh into the morning
chorus
Most of the time when it fades away
I don't really mind reshaping clay (--?--)
I wasn't always such a sucker
It's the sentimental me
Maybe I'm blowing my cover
But what I want to see
Is the way things used to be
Between you and me
The way things used to be
