Less Wise

Time is gold and it only goes by in waves of strangers Along the way sometimes strangers make your friends Well, I'm gettin' old and my friends don't come around like they used to We've stopped actin' like we've got somethin' to prove My old friend Jake, yeah man, we made some noise in those barrooms Who'd have thought he'd be the first one with a son And I like to think that guy we all call McKinney He was there at my worst and Lord knows he's helped me on It's been a few years since I seen that Matthews boy He's still livin' down in Houston, still never call him back when I phone Every now and then I'll stop and I'll have a few with Vinny You know we laugh about the old times, at least those we recall It's always c'est la vi, try not to miss the forest for the trees], and now we're what we did not think we'd be A little bit older, a little less wise You get a little older and a lot less wise Time is gold and it only goes by in waves of strangers [Puts guitar down, Lights cigarette, exhales, get up and exits room closing door behind him]