here s a song to all my friends i know they d like i remember every drunken night at the old dive driving the old 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 opened up our story books and water down the eyes our demons raise their glasses singing i propose a toast to all my friends who s buying the next round cup half empty cup half full perspectives and beers they weren t failures just the regulars of my favorite year they come and go paying their toll from mobile homes decaying old unsound minds the ghost of christmas future 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 goodbye i ve been waiting so long for you to call my old friend to all my friends to all my friends to all my friends to all my friends to all my friends to all my friends