Used to Be Lyrics

Faded gold, red and brown

Leaf piles on muddy ground

So much to do as the air grows

cold

Used to be you could set 'em on fire

Sweetest smell the nose could desire

I don't mind

That memories make me feel old

Set out to think about the choices I chose

Walk my dog and he's a-barking at the crows

They mock him cause they know he

can't fly

My dog laughs last when the wind blows cold

Crows fly free but have nothing to hold

Having a home

May beat roaming the sky