Old Friend

Well, you sold your last grade pair of shoes

I heard you got rid of all of them

And you say you don't get the blues no more

I bet you never will again

You don't play that old guitar

You don't need to

And when I see you

I ask you "What's your name?"

'cause I don't know you

And I don't want to

You don't want it either, do you?

Well, you look like

Just what the doctor ordered

Yeah, I bet you make your mother proud

But you know I never liked your mother

So you'll understand

If I don't approve of the way that you've turned out

Well, you packaged up your dreams

Wrapped it up in tin foil

And you got rid of that piece of junk

'cause it always needed oil

Years gone by I watched you fly away

Like a balloon

You floated away so beautiful

But you're right back where you started

Tell me who got hold of you?

'cause you look like

Just what the doctor ordered

Yeah, I bet you make your mother proud

Are you allowed to play the songs you used to?

Well, you know you used to play them very well

And I know that it's got nothing to do with you

But I sometimes think I miss my old friend