Old friend Songtext
von Long Tall Jefferson
Old friend Songtext
Right now I can′t talk it through
It takes some time, you know
I hope you understand like you always do
Later on I'll talk a little more
How is your life going on?
Are you still writing songs?
Or are you strolling along
With the madness
Suspended high above your head
Walking like a living dead
Old friend, it′s coming down again one day
I heard you found a wife, heard she's good to you
Indeed, you tell me that you're doing well
Working for supplies, the kids are happy, too
I′m glad you talk and I don′t have to tell
All those stories of the past
Trying to make the good times last
Oh, the years go by so fast
And without warning
You slip away into routine
You're in such a different scene
Old friend, don′t you know this came to stay?
We used to share everything we knew
We were each other's closest friends
And I didn′t really care if what you said was true
But these days it is harder to pretend
Now you're standing here and talk
About the weather, about the fog
About the nature of the cogs
And how they′re turning
I gotta leave, I gotta try
I gotta find some alibi
Old friend, I think there's nothing left to say
It takes some time, you know
I hope you understand like you always do
Later on I'll talk a little more
How is your life going on?
Are you still writing songs?
Or are you strolling along
With the madness
Suspended high above your head
Walking like a living dead
Old friend, it′s coming down again one day
I heard you found a wife, heard she's good to you
Indeed, you tell me that you're doing well
Working for supplies, the kids are happy, too
I′m glad you talk and I don′t have to tell
All those stories of the past
Trying to make the good times last
Oh, the years go by so fast
And without warning
You slip away into routine
You're in such a different scene
Old friend, don′t you know this came to stay?
We used to share everything we knew
We were each other's closest friends
And I didn′t really care if what you said was true
But these days it is harder to pretend
Now you're standing here and talk
About the weather, about the fog
About the nature of the cogs
And how they′re turning
I gotta leave, I gotta try
I gotta find some alibi
Old friend, I think there's nothing left to say
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