Tekster: Guy Clark. Old Friends.

It's like when you're making conversation
And you're trying not to scream
And you're trying not to tell 'em
You don't care what they mean

And you're really feeling fragile
And you really can't get home
And you really feel abandoned
But you want to be alone

Old friends, they shine like diamonds
Old friends, you can always call
Old friends Lord, you can't buy 'em
You know it's old friends after all

And when the house is empty
And the lights begin to fade
And there's nothing to protect you
Except the window shade

And it's hard to put your finger
On the thing that scares you most
And you can't tell the difference
Between an angel and a ghost

Old friends, they shine like diamonds
Old friends, you can always call
Old friends Lord, you can't buy 'em
You know it's old friends after all