Hello old friend

I want nothing to do with you

But here I am searching you out

 

Hello old friend

I thought you left so long ago,

But here you are, crying

 

It must be a dream

Brain letting off stream

Sanity flowing down stream

 

Southbound or bust

By rubber or rust

Getting nowhere on trust

 

I’ll crawl if I have to, not even fuss

Turned mean as a rattlesnake,

Heart choked out on dust