here's a song to all my friends i know they'd like
i remember every drunken night at the old dive
driving the ol' wreck trying to make it home, somehow
one more pit stop at our favorite watering hole
the ghost of christmas past
swallowed all our pride
we'd open up our story books and water down the eyes
our demons raised their glasses singing
"i propose a toast... to my friends"
who's buying the next round
cup half empty cup half full perspectives and beers
they weren't failure just the regulars of my favorite year
they come and go paying their toll from mobiles homes
decaying old unsound minds the ghost of cristmas future dancing
to the click of time
the beating of defeat
shaking in his hands
a lifetime of retreat
and his regrets were ours
a time to say good-bye
i've been waiting so long
for you to call
my old friend
to all my friends
to all my friends
to all, my friends
to all my friends
to all my friends
to all, my friends
