There are daysnAnd Strange WaysnYou'll make hastenYou'll make fine mistakesnAnd though it's been so longnIt's on the tip of your tonguenWhy you feel this waynnThe routine's lost it's gracen(It just ain't the same)nI used to love this placen(It just ain't the same)nYesterday's seen better daysn(It just ain't the same)nI just ain't the same kidnnAnd again I singnLet Auld Lang Syne ring!nI'm thinking of better thingsnAs the room spins so fittinglynGood things at timesnAre too good to be true, as they saynThe older I get the more it seemsnTo be this waynnThe routine's lost it's gracen(It just ain't the same)nI used to love this placen(It just ain't the same)nYesterday's seen better daysn(It just ain't the same)nI just ain't the same kid