| Jimmy died on his couch yesterday
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| A friend of his ex wife called me to say
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| He just gave it to God, slipped from the livin'
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| With the bills pilin' up and a back that was givin' in
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| It’s been years since I’ve seen anyone
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| Now I’m sittin' here, in the dark
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| Stallin' out in my car
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| Wishing I could bum a light
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| From the ghost of the gang tonight
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| Kathy lost a nephew under the wheels of a train
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| A midday suicide after a losing streak
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| He just stood on the tracks and gave it to glory
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| I never called her, to say «I'm sorry my friend.»
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| It’s been years, but I’m thinking about you
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| And all of your tears
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| And I’m sitting here in the dark
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| Afraid to make a stupid call
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| Wishing I could bum a light
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| From the ghost of the gang tonight
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| Tonight I’m gonna take that ride for the years we missed and the friends that
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| died
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| Sideswiped baby on the road somehow with a pack of dreams that just weren’t
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| allowed
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| Maybe you’re walking those halls all quiet and sad
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| Or sitting in the dark all scared and mad
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| Feel my hand reach across and don’t forget
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| Where you come from baby, 'cause there’s truth in it
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| Yeah we huddled against the cold in those days
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| By the light of a fire in a pep-rally haze
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| With the smoke and lives past, and a reason for livin'
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| No matter how bad it got, we wouldn’t give in to it
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| It’s been years, since I’ve seen anyone cry these tears now
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| Sitting here in the dark, stalling out in my car
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| Wishing I could bum a light
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| From the ghost of the gang tonight |