Chilly winds will soon be blowing Leaves will follow, round our feet Pinwheels change to, orange and yellow Clouds will turn from, orange to pink I just talked to her, whole town used to Time to time she, calls on me Talk about some more recent used to's Times ain't like they used to be Well sometimes it makes me wonder Works for some but, not for me Other times it's less of a bother Times ain't like they used to be You take Mary, I'll take Margaret You take Jodi, I'll take Jane Other times it hardly matters Made no difference, they're quite the same You take Mary, someday maybe Someday baby, I'll take Sue Times ain't like the way they used to Ain't no difference 'tween the two Sit and think here in my bedroom Late at night, or clearly morn' Think about the things I used to Used to do but now no more Feel the breeze in the early evening See the sun sinkin' low See the leaves turn red and amber Clouds turn blue and pink and orange