All these working, weary, drunken

Rattled friends around me

Shuffle, panic madly up and down the line

Hopers, dopers, sober smokers

Confounding everybody

Treating everyone so kindly

Except themselves sometimes



Weathers-beaters, losin' cheatin'

Singin' taller stories

Satisfaction guaranteed if you hit the note tonight

Morning coffee allegory

Keep our engines running

Loving somebody always truumps

Those things we never tried



Got a line and a pole

And a dry fishing hole

And I start to pack it in

But then I think of you my friends



Sleepers, weepers, faithless leapers

Up to ten, 12 inch speakers

Send them in to Karl, they'll need an overhaul

Tin Pan Alley, Rand McNally,

Read my fortune Long Tall Sally

We might have missed a beat

But we all made it to the ball



Making something out of nothing

Heart a pounding, stomach rumbling

Everyone I meet, everywhere I go

Hackers, slackers, sixteen trackers

Someone pass the telecaster

If you've got to ask

There's a chance you'll never know



A house in town

where only ghosts can be found

And I think of moving in

'Til I think of you my friends



Paper pushers, talent brokers

No they're not all thieves and hookers

Out of luck, out of work, but never out of dreams

Where art thou Romeo?

We'd even take a cameo

Point us to the station

Put us on the train



I've jumped into the ring

Where Mr. Lonely is king

And he's about to do me in

'Til I think of you my friends

That's when I think of you my friends