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