There are days
And Strange Ways And Strange Ways
You'll make haste You'll make rod
You'll make fine mistakes You'll make mistakes Fine
And though it's been so long And though it's been so long
It's on the tip of your tongue It's on the tip of your tongue
Why you feel this way Why you feel this way

The routine's lost it's grace The routine's lost it's grace
(It just ain't the same) (It is not just the same)
I used to love this place I used to love this place
(It just ain't the same) (It is not just the same)
Yesterday's seen better days Yesterday's seen better days
(It just ain't the same) (It is not just the same)
I just ain't the same kid I just is not the same kid

And again I sing And again I sing
Let "Auld Lang Syne" ring! Let "Auld Lang Syne" ring!
I'm thinking of better things I'm thinking of better things
As the room spins so fittingly As the room spins so fittingly
Good things at times Good things at times
Are too good to be true, as they say Are too good to be true, as they say
The older I get the more it seems The older I get the more it seems
To be this way To be this way

The routine's lost it's grace The routine's lost it's grace
(It just ain't the same) (It is not just the same)
I used to love this place I used to love this place
(It just ain't the same) (It is not just the same)
Yesterday's seen better days Yesterday's seen better days
(It just ain't the same) (It is not just the same)
I just ain't the same kid I just is not the same kid