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 pa**ing 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...