To All My Friends

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