Things Ain’t What They Used To Be (And Probably Never Was)

They tell me one day I'll look back and laugh at what I'm goin' through
The way I feel, I think they're telling lies
My songs all die an empty talk like buds that dry upon the stalk
And ill winds come to blow them to the sky
Blow them to the sky

The fire that burns just flickered now and pretty soon the coals will lose their glow
She won't leave me when I'm down and I wonder how she ever gonna go
Sometimes I think the only thing to do is pass the door of darkness through
And then to try and tell you what I see thеre
Every time I turn around a nеw parade of whirlwinds has blown down the things I thought would be there
I always thought they'd be there

Joe the Reach-Out Mission man in Denver said to try and stand it one more day if you can;
And come again and shook my hand and looked into my eyes
So then I grit my teeth and watch another sun rise

I dig your planet sometimes and from time to time it has been kind
Now and then it brings to mind a sad old friend that left it once because
He said things ain't what they used to be and they probably never was
He said things ain't what they used to be... and they probably never was