Written by R. Lombard
Good friend
Fake a joke, fake a laugh
Give a grimace for me
Oh, how it’s been so long
Sit down
Take your shoes off
Wouldn’t wanna know where you been
How did we get along?
We play the game so well
We’re lost but none can tell
Let’s dance sweet pantomime
We learn to bow and act
The strings weave down my back
Good friend, you are too kind
They said
Time would move on
We would learn to keep our distance
They said a lot of things
Closer,
I could almost hear words come from your lips
But I hear a lot of things
Show me your true colors, brother,
What do you got to say?
Every man alive just plays his game