Old Friend

Good morning heartache

You're like an old friend

Come and see me again

Look up you're in Cleveland again

A solid line that never ends

I got stories that you'll never believe

And I know it, I wear it, I wear it on my sleeve

There must be something about you that I liked

But right here in the rain, you know, it just don't seem right

I always go out, I never hide

But in Cleveland I should've stayed inside

Testify my love for you

And I know it runs deep through your body too

From the cold black top to the hot concrete

And the old tin van, it aint so sweet

Somewhere in America

Through the city at night

And you were far from home

But you knew it was gonna be alright

The unfortunate gets prayed on by vultures' eyes

Eighty-six cents in these pockets of mine

You can take my wallet, you can take my time

But you can't take my heart, it's in the city behind