times we had are hanging on my wall
I wouldn't trade, then for gold
they laughed and they cried me,
and somehow take divide me
they rolling in the stories I have told
my old friend, I apologize
for the years that I've passed since the last time you and I
dust it off, those memories
running in the races, people and the places
there was always somewhere else I had to be,
time gets thin, my old friend.
'cause a few simple verses most at least that I can do
and tell the world that you were here
all of the sadness and the tears.
they'll meet again, my old friend.