My old friend

Does it feel worse?
Are you still struggling?
How come is it that you feel cursed?
You know, I know that it hurts

I know I said there would be letters
But it’s hard to know, what could make you feel better
When everything I get is returned to sender
So where’re you at my old friend?

In a boxcar riding the northern tracks
On an airplane faking it as a millionaire
On a dirt track begging another ride
So where’re you at my old friend?

Everything is changing
And some it seems are easy gone
But you are still singing that same old song
Well I got news for you those lines will turn cold
Like the echoes of your own voice in your home
So where’re you at my old friend?

In a boxcar riding the northern tracks
On an airplane faking it as a millionaire
On a dirt track begging another ride
So where’re you at my old friend?