Well I know that it's perspective and I know that it's just age As the cold wind Begins to get colder More years behind me now Than the years left to come And I don't believe that youth is Wasted on the young But I can't help but thinking That those were Simpler times Well, I got on my old Yamaha With the breeze in my eyes And a song on my mind Nothing cool about it Except maybe the breeze Three pints of Dark at lunchtime And straight back on it at five When it wasn't hard to find someone To share their simple time As the cold wind As the cold wind Begins to get colder Now I find myself Half a world away And thirty years of memories Are far from the same But I wouldn't have it any other I wouldn't have it any other way Even all the moments That you'd have to call insane But I can't help but thinking That those were Simpler times Those were Simpler times