Drive You Home

When the sky has turned you over
 And the ground has spit you back
 And you've nothin' left to show for
 All the miles run down the track
 And her face turns like a compass
 From your direction due south
 And last call sounds like the trumpets
 An angel's drought to a sinner's mouth
 It's nice to know who your friends are
 There the ones who drive you home
 When you wash up on some dark shore
 Deprived of your deep blue home
 And you turn to sleep for comfort
 And see eyes starin' back as you close your own
 It's nice to know who your friends are
 There the ones who drive you home
 There is something in this big green world
 More beautiful than I've ever seen
 And there is something in this coal black mind
 That makes me dark and mean
 When you see the bottle's bottom
 And all the gold and silver there
 And the pillows make the landing softer
 But still you know it won't pay your fare
 It's nice to know who your friends are
 There the ones who drive you home
 It's nice to know who your friends are
 There the ones who drive you home