old friends in a deep groove we still got something left to prove with no plans and no kids and so much water under the bridge old friends in a new town we dont need a reason to go get down all i want to do is reminisce for an hour blow a kiss and devour all the love in the world could be ours sour grapes turn to fine wine they just need a few years on a winding vine with my eyes shut and my mouth closed i listen for the train and the whistle blows like a school bell or a rotary phone ill go back to the well when i get back home all i want to do is pretend for a night that the ends out of sight for old friends i will leave on a light old friends on a new guitar and theres so much whisky at the bar all i want to do is disappear down the hall in the mirror on the wall and that look on your face says it all all i want to do is pretend for a day that the ends still a light year away for old friends who will say were you there when the spirit spilled some kinds of love cant be distilled