Last time I saw you, you’d seen my name in the paper Smy hand Wished me luck Said you had to go But now it’s my turn to see your name in the paper Said you were leavin’ But how was I supposed to know You always did do things first Oh, I guess this is no acception
It’s the direction we all take, in time Ever since you were a kid The world was never all that kind But you always were You always will be A friend of mine