"A tune for a real old friend."

Sheridan Square, high as a kite
Beer in a bag, toasting the night
And we dreamed as the Manhattan moon, sunk like a stone
Oh but sooner or later
You're gonna have to stand, and walk back home
Your gonna have to stand, and walk back home

You were good with your hands, good with your heart
Good to your friends, that's a good place to start
You say a man's not a man, if he don't do it alone
Oh but sooner or later
You're gonna have to stand, and walk back home
You're gonna have to stand, and walk back home

Now your fading away, like a freeway mirage
Are you out in the valley, or in your garage?
I know it's hard, every dog loves his bone
Oh but sooner or later
You're gonna have to stand, and walk back home
You're gonna have to stand, and walk back home