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