Here's a song to all my friends

I know they'd like

I remember every drunken night at the old dive

Driving the old 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 opened up our story books

And water down the eyes

Our demons raise their glasses singing

"I propose a toast

to all my friends"

Who's buying the next round

Cup half empty Cup half full

Perspectives and beers

They weren't failures

Just the regulars of my favorite year

They come and go

Paying their toll

From mobile homes

Decaying old unsound minds

The ghost of Christmas 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