Old Friends

I was born in England 35 years ago
Don’t have that much to say, there’s not too much that I know
I just felt like singing for some friends of mine
The time’s all gone away, never quite left my mind
Friday night we’d go up, to room 259
Sometimes you need a smoky room to help you clear your mind
Drink some wine and play our strings and leave the world behind
Roll out and feel the night, slipping out of time
We couldn’t sing or hold a tune, but we’d find our harmony
We know that being alone’s not the same as being free
Uncertain and afraid, I worry all the damn time
Guess I was born this way, shadows in my mind.
Only two things in this old life I ever really understood
Sound of the cold night wind, and the heat in a woman’s blood
Always did what’s easy never what was right
I don’t love or hate this world, it’s just kind of out of sight.
So Friday nights she’d take me up to room 259
Sometimes you need a helping hand when life leaves you behind
When the air has cleared, I look up what do I see
Only two people here, one is her and one is me.
I gave up ten years ago, knew I was only passing through
But don’t confront me with my faults, I won’t tell yours to you
Sometimes it seems that life’s too much to unwind
We just take it in our stride, sing and drink more wine.
All I need’s a southern breeze and the sun upon my chest
But all I got’s a heavy heart, cold stars won’t let me rest
I find my life in ruins now, all throughout the world
Because I broke the heart of my hometown girl
So Friday nights she takes you up to room 259
Sometimes you need a woman’s touch, to help you come alive
And then at midnight a silence so sublime
When her beating heart pulls you right out of time
Friday nights she’d take me up to room 259
Sometimes a drunken song can seem so divine
We'd get our fill of country songs, cigarettes and cocaine
Bellies full of laughter, sadness and earl grey.
Friday night we’d go up, to room 259
Sometimes you need a smoky room to help you clear your mind
Drink some wine and play our strings and leave the world behind
Then go out and feel the night, slipping out of time