My friends are getting older, so I guess I must be too.
Without their loving kindness, I don't know what I'd do.
Without their loving kindness, I don't know what I'd do.
Oh the wine bottle's half empty-- the money's all spent.
And we're a cross between our parents and hippies in a tent.
Love calls like the wild birds-- it's another day.
A Spring wind blew my list of things to do...away.
Greg Brown
