The Way It Used to Be

The Way It Used To Be - City and Colour

This is the story of a man

Who took for granted everything he had

How he let it all just slip away

Never to return again

Now 20 years have come and gone

And still he wonders what he did so wrong

And how that he can win back her heart

And finally step outside of the dark

He buys fresh roses every day

Her favorite flowers so she used to say

And now the memories are all that he has left

And friends to drink himself to death

This is the story of a man(This is the story of a man)

Who took for granted everything he had(everything he had)

How he let it all just slip away(he let it slip away)

Never to return again(to return again)

It´s clear she´s moved on long ago

And he still clings on to a distant hope

That she´ll come back and make her happy home

For now it´s him and the bottle all alone

Sometimes you´ll see him in the yard

A wounded man with a desperate heart

He keeps the hedges trimmed nice and neat

But keeps them lower than they used to be

This is the story of a man (This is the story of a man)

Who took for granted everything he had (everything he had)

How he let it all just slip away (he let it slip away)

Never to return again (to return again)

The single dress hangs on it's own

The scent of perfume of he has to hold

A wasted life waiting on a dream

Hoping for things the way they used to be

This is the story of a man (This is the story of a man)

Who took for granted everything he had (everything he had)

How he let it all just slip away (he let it slip away)

Never to return again (to return again)