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