Chilly winds will soon be blowing
Leaves will follow, round our feet
Pinwheels change to, orange and yellow
Clouds will turn from, orange to pink

I just talked to her, whole town used to
Time to time she, calls on me
Talk about some more recent used to’s
Times ain't like they used to be

Well sometimes it makes me wonder
Works for some but, not for me
Other times it’s less of a bother
Times ain’t like they used to be

You take Mary, I’ll take Margaret
You take Jodi, I’ll take Jane
Other times it hardly matters
Made no difference, they’re quite the same

You take Mary, someday maybe
Someday baby, I’ll take Sue
Times ain’t like the way they used to
Ain't no difference ‘tween the two

Sit and think here in my bedroom
Late at night, or clearly morn’
Think about the things I used to
Used to do but now no more

Feel the breeze in the early evening
See the sun sinkin’ low
See the leaves turn red and amber
Clouds turn blue and pink and orange