All these working, weary, drunken   Rattled friends around me   Shuffle, panic madly up and down the line   Hopers, dopers, sober smokers   Confounding everybody   Treating everyone so kindly   Except themselves sometimes      Weathers-beaters, losin' cheatin'   Singin' taller stories   Satisfaction guaranteed if you hit the note tonight   Morning coffee allegory   Keep our engines running   Loving somebody always truumps   Those things we never tried      Got a line and a pole   And a dry fishing hole   And I start to pack it in   But then I think of you my friends      Sleepers, weepers, faithless leapers   Up to ten, 12 inch speakers   Send them in to Karl, they'll need an overhaul   Tin Pan Alley, Rand McNally,   Read my fortune Long Tall Sally    We might have missed a beat   But we all made it to the ball      Making something out of nothing   Heart a pounding, stomach rumbling   Everyone I meet, everywhere I go   Hackers, slackers, sixteen trackers   Someone pass the telecaster   If you've got to ask   There's a chance you'll never know      A house in town    where only ghosts can be found   And I think of moving in   'Til I think of you my friends      Paper pushers, talent brokers   No they're not all thieves and hookers   Out of luck, out of work, but never out of dreams   Where art thou Romeo?   We'd even take a cameo   Point us to the station   Put us on the train      I've jumped into the ring   Where Mr. Lonely is king   And he's about to do me in   'Til I think of you my friends   That's when I think of you my friends