Heres a song to all my friends
I know theyd like
I remember every drunken night at the old dive

Driving the olwreck
Trying to make it home somehow
One more pit stop at our favorite

watering hole
The ghost of Christmas past
swallowed all our pride

Wed open up our story books
and water down the eyes
our demons raised their glasses singing

"I propose a toast to my friends"
Whos buying the next round
Cup half empty Cup half full

Perspectives and beers
They werent 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 failure
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...