All these working weary drunken rattled friends around me
Shuffle, panic madly up and down the line
Hoppers, dopers, sober smokers confounding everybody
Treating everyone so kindly except themselves sometimes
Weathers-beaten, losin' cheatin' singin' taller stories
Satisfaction guaranteed if you hit the note tonight
Morning coffee allegory keep our engines running
Your loving something always trumps those things we never tried
Got a line and a pole and a dry fishing hole
And I start to pack it in, 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 Mac Nally read my fortune long tall sally
We might have missed the boat 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
And if you've got to ask well there's a chance you'll never know
There's house in a town where only ghosts can be found
And I feel like moving in till I think of you my friends
Paper pushers, talent brokers, no they're not all thieves and hookers
Out of luck, out of work, never out of dreams
So where for art thou romeo, we'd even take a cameo
Just point us to the station and put us on the train
I've jumped into the ring where Mr. Lonely is king
He's about to do me in till I think of you my friends
That's when I think of you my friends