It's time that I make time for that Take a deep breath of mountain air Put on my glove and play some catch Wade the shore and cast a line Look up a long lost friend of mine Sit on the porch and give my girl a kiss Start livin', that's the next thing on

Yeah, they say when we grow up You'll understand when you're older Guess I'm still a kid, I don't know it Say goodbye to the old me I know I could die any moment If I do just remember this If I'll ever let go of this We ain't friends anymore, you don't

That love is just a four letter word Seems like only yesterday I left my mind behind Down in the gypsy cafe With a friend of a friend of mine She sat with a baby heavy on her knee Yet spoke of life most free from slavery With eyes that showed no trace of

Black roses on the ground Empty bottles on the table Silhouettes of people dancing To an unfamiliar sound Hello stranger Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down With empty bottles on the table Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake

It's just me and you Yeah, it's just me and you And we are definitely outnumbered There's more of them than us Just when you think you made a new friend They throw you under the bus So it's just me and you Turn the sound down on my TV I just can't listen

Before we go too far Bring your love on back to me Stop this insanity How did we ever lose our way? And try to say love is a losing game We were lovers And the best of friends Sometimes the lover Can be angry 'till the end

Me, I'm just done in the hype Don't get along man, we tried it What's the point in even trying I hate a goofy especially They always dying to mention me My enemies want to be friends with my other enemies I don't let it get to me Look what I done in my

Nobody knows you when you're down and out. Nobody knows you, Once I lived the life of a millionaire, Spent all my money, I just did not care. Took all my friends out for a good time, Bought bootleg whiskey, champagne and wine. Then I began to fall so

"Can't we be friends?" She's gonna turn me down and say I thought I'd found the girl of my dreams So it seems this is how the story ends Never again and through with love And through with them They play their game without shame And who's to blame? I'll

I met a boy called Frank Mills On September twelfth right here In front of the Waverly But unfortunately I lost his address He was last seen with his friend, a drummer He resembles George Harrison of The Beatles But he wears his hair tied in a small bow