Old Friend

All I do I do These days Just me It’s awful strange I’ll take another juice my friend It’s all I really need these days We sure were the men about town Weren’t we With our little capes made out of booze We had nothing to lose Are we all Just trying To distract ourselves From what It’s really all about I’ve taken up doing pottery I run a painting class and write some poetry I spent all of Sunday afternoon Just looking at the sea I hear that silеnce is the key Oh would you sit a whilе with me My friend Of course we had a lot of fun But don’t you know that it was killing me And don’t you think it might be doing the same to you I’ve got myself this little place I’ve got gas hobs and a fireplace But I can never quite remember when to water my plants I hear that silence is the key Oh won’t you sit a while with me My friend