To All My Friends

Here's a song to all my friends
 I know they'd like
 I remember every drunken night at the old dive
 Driving the ol'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 open up our story books
 and water down the eyes
 our demons raised their glasses singing
 "I propose a toast to my friends"
 Who's buying the next round
 Cup half empty Cup half full
 Perspectives and beers
 They weren't failure
 Just the regulars of my favorite year
 They come and go
 paying their toll
 From mobiles homes
 Decaying old unsound minds
 The ghost of Cristmas failure
 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...