then, tell a friend Spaces and places you been, time travelin *echoes* Time travelin *echoes* Yo, I was a piano player in my last lifetime Now I write
you) I understand (I understand) I probably be just as crazy about you If you were my own man Maybe next lifetime (Maybe next lifetime) Possibly (Possibly) Until then old friend
are children/ babies are my friends /My heart is like a galaxy/ In my spirit flies/ I've helped this way a million times/ please don't ask me why/ The question of my lifetime
that the wind, when it blows It is older than Rome and all of this sorrow See the new pyramids, down in old Manhattan From the roof of a friend's, I
to 'Ro I gave up my last so somebody could have a start Then somebody got me locked behind bars What a way to show ya love back, homie you a friend
his baby brother sleep Through the back door and baseball All the kids are waiting outside Old days come and go too soon Old friends, heroes, lifetimes
A letter of acceptance, from an old forgotten friend A little piece of history, you thought you'd never see again Like the broken Plymouth and the boat
up to talk about all the little things that were in my mind You were a friend, you listened to all I dreamed of I wanted a real love, the good old
Twilight of your dreams hiding my sins Hall of dead knights Bringing the hymn to our army believe Devastation of the horizons From the old graves from
my life above the factory spill I looked down onto my life as the family disgrace Then all my friends on the starting line their wages off to chase Yes and all my friends
holding on to anything nailed down As for being patient with fate and all, it's getting old And my mind is slowly changing I'm calling all my oldest friends
I don't want your old letters And I don't want to be friends I've had enough to last a lifetime And I don't wanna go again And I don't have to find a
now they're just a song. Remember the first time that I saw you. Remember the first time that I taught you. Remember the old friends we knew together
In a dusty old saloon out west in Abilene Dreaming dreams at forty that he dreamed at seventeen He sings and plays his guitar for all of you bucks tonight
a bottle of Kaopectate And then you call your friend two weeks later To see how he has been And he says I understand about the food Baby bubbah but we're still friends
livin' in a mean time and an aggressive time A painful time, a time where cynicism rots the vine In a time where violence blocks the summer shine Lifetimes
ain't passin' me And I don't make threats or promises, I'm guaranteed or your album's back and watch my styles attack I got new friends, some of the old
This park and these houses, old streets I have walked Everything dear, will it be here, one day when I am returning? My friends will get married, have