Hiss Golden Messenger
My Old Friends
With my old friends solving all the problems of the world
So please fill it up to the top of the cup
Until the night is over
With my old friends, things ain't too serious
I'm just another liar with his heart on fire
And they knew me when it started
With my old friends, every time we look over our shoulders
And the numbers grow fewer
But the stories feel truer
Because we're the ones that wrote 'em
All my old friends
Well, sometimes I took them for granted
I felt the world turning
I had to go out and learn it for myself
Before I could go back again
But my old friends
Don't mind my transgressions
May I forgive them the way I've been forgiven
My old friends
So many phases and stages
Haircuts and lovers
Guitars and getting older
It's something to believe in
It's something to believe in