The Way It Used to Be (Bonus)

This is the story of a man Who took for granted everything he had And how he let it all just slip away Never to return again Now twenty 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 everyday Her favourite flower so she used to say And now the memories all that he has left And I'm afraid he'll drink himself to death This is the story of a man Who took for granted everything he had And how he let it all just slip away Never to return again It's clear she's moved on long ago But he still clings on to a distant hope That she'll come back and make a 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 To keep them the way that they used to be This is the story of a man Who took for granted everything he had And how he let it all just slip away Never to return again A single dress hangs on it's own The scent of perfume all 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) And how he let it all just slip away (he let it slip away) Never to return again (to return again)