it would be nice to hear from you you must be better than when you used to call me for advice all drunk and sad at 4 am we both had lost our girlfriends but a sense of humor never in the summer we saved each others lives by hangin out together ive been high but mostly low a life long lodger on a dead end road but id like mine to shine like gold the darkest hour turned brighter than a rose the memories i still lean on in the current haze i m in when we were so down wed toast the town like two black hearted irishmen i don t settle things with booze like i did for years does the guy that i still care about in the stories that i hear chorus we didnt get much further than a shoe box for a home and our mattresses are gray with years of passing out in our street clothes now the hard times are behind us but let s not be alone and the bottom line and this is mine dammit weve both got a phone chorus