I was thinking the other day
About all the friends I’ve let slip away

It’s not that I don’t care
Or what, I’m not sure
I guess I have a way of closing doors.

But still, they come back to me
In the night, when I think clearly
In the night, my old friends parade
When we speak
We say sincerely
That old friends should never part ways
They come back to me
But when they go
I don’t know
Where they go.

It’s not likely that
I’ll change my ways
You don’t mix acts from more than one play
Memory moves you know
It has its own mind
They keep changing
But I am stuck in time.

But still they come back to me
In the night, when I think clearly
In the night, my old friends parade
When we speak
We say sincerely
That old friends
Should never part ways
They come back to me
But when they go, I don’t know
Where they go
But when they go
I don’t know
Where they go

©2019 Craig Hansen