It would be nice to hear from you, you must be better then when you used to call me for advice all drunk and sad 4 am we both had lost our girlfriends but a sense of humor never In the summer we saved each others lives by hangin out together
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I’ve been high but mostly low A life long lodger on a dead end road but I’d like mine to shine like gold the darkest hour turned brighter than a rose
The memories I still lean on in the current haze Im in When we were so down, we’d toast the town like two black hearted Irishmen I dont settle things with booze like I did for years Does the guy that I still care about in the stories that I hear?
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We didn’t get much further than a shoe box for a home And our mattresses are gray with years of passing out in our street clothes now the hard times are behind us, but lets not be alone and the bottom line and this is mine, dammit we’ve both got a phone