Loudon Wainwright III
Old Friend
Old friend, don't you know it's over?
Old friend, can't you understand?
Slap your back I can no longer
I can only shake your hand
It's been so long and things are so different
Memory lane's a dead-end street
Your present tense is reminiscin'
I can't rehash it, I won't repeat
You're not so sure about tomorrow
You try to beg and steal and borrow
Yesterday's sweet parting sorrow
You hold it over my head like a rusty axe
The good old days are good and gone now
That's why they're good, because they're gone
But our conversation turns to kowtow
We kiss the past's ass all night long
Old friend, don't you know it's over?
Old friend, can't you understand?
Slap your back I can no longer
I can only shake your hand