Hey, what's up?
It's always nice to see you
My old friend good to hear your voice again
You know I think about how you now and then
But a little less each day
we stood the talking laughing
looking back on the times we shared
Times I'll never forget
How the hell did we end up here?
I guess somwhere along the way
We made different choices
You know I still have your killing joke tapes
And your psychic TV t-shirt
Why don't you come by someday and pick them up?
He said we should get together sometimes
Talk about the olds days
Do I gave I'm my new number thinkig to myself "he'll never call"
And once again we went our separate ways
Now I'm still waiting for that call
