Old friends in a deep groove
We still got something left to prove
With no plans and no kids
And so much water under the bridge
Old friends in a new town
We don’t need a reason to go get down
All I want to do
Is reminisce for an hour
Blow a kiss and devour
All the love in the world could be ours
Sour grapes turn to fine wine
They just need a few years on a winding vine
With my eyes shut and my mouth closed
I listen for the train and the whistle blows
Like a school bell or a rotary phone
I’ll go back to the well when I get back home
All I want to do
Is pretend for a night
That the end’s out of sight
For old friends I will leave on a light
Old friends on a new guitar
And there’s so much whisky at the bar
All I want to do
Is disappear down the hall
In the mirror on the wall
And that look on your face says it all
All I want to do
Is pretend for a day
That the end’s still a light year away
For old friends who will say:
“We’re you there, when the spirit spilled?”
Some kinds of love can’t be distilled

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