I let a friend go
Offered him gods and ghosts
And now I need to make a toast to him
So come to meet me
Put your clothes on nice
And run a comb through twice
He was a friend of mine
You've got to come

Oh he was like a gun
He was always going off
He was always in the gutter
And always into trouble
And always into fun, oh ya
But it got harder on the double
He said he always felt like he
Was carrying around
Something or another

I want to use you
Think only you could see me through
Nobody else could do it
You've got to come
Leave your studies
Leave your babies, they're fine
They'll be sleeping through the night
You've got to come

Oh I've been like a gun
I've been always going off
I've been always in the gutter
And always into trouble
And always into fun, oh ya
But it's harder on the double
When I always feel like
I'm carrying around
Someone or another

When you unravel
I'll come traveling to find you
When you come to pieces
I'll sing a song that could bind you
And I won't need to call your name out
For very long to find you you

When you unravel
I'll sing a song that could bind you
And I won't have to call your name out
For very long to find you