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