You looked nice enough
sitting there, having a smoke
talking soft despite hard tattoos,
and I wasn’t that surprised
when you said you had been doing time,
that old story
nice guy, wrong crowd
and now you’re up on your feet
out on the street, looking for a job
just trying to turn things around,
and we didn’t seem that different
guess we just grew up different.

time slips away

Hey, it’s been a while
how are you, how’s it going
I say with a smile,
but it comes out wrong
just like that old song
we sung once in a while;
that sunny afternoon
where did we go