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 our sense of humor never   In the summer we saved each other's lives   By hanging out together      I've been high, but mostly low   A lifelong lodger on a dead end road   But I like mine to shine like gold   The darkest hour turns brighter than a rose      Than a rose...      The memories I still lean on   In the current haze I'm in   When we were so down, we'd toast the town   Like two black-hearted Irishmen      I don't settle things with booze   Like I did for years   The guys that I still care about   In the stories that I hear      I've been high, but mostly low   A lifelong lodger on a dead end road   But I like mine to shine like gold   The darkest hour turns brighter than a rose      We didn't get much further   Than a shoebox for a home   And our mattresses are gray with years   Of passing out in our street clothes      Now the hard times are behind us   So let's not be alone   And the bottom line, and this is mine   Dammit, we both got a phone      I've been high, but mostly low   A lifelong lodger on a dead end road   But I like mine to shine like gold   The darkest hour turns brighter than a rose      Than a rose...