Dear Friends

Dear friends

You are angels and drunks

You are may child

Old friends

And you stuck a pin in my pile of sin

And this is a note for a road sign

Cuttin' the breeze in this Tennesee sundown

Came the sounds of the voices I know

I've been pondering trees

On the steeliest come down

But now a moment I'm home

I've got bluster enough

For the sales of a clipper

And the truth never frays a good yarn

But it struck me to say while so far away

You are with me today

You are here are in my head, in my heart

Dear friends

You are angels and drunks

You are may child

Old friends

You stuck a pin in my pile of sin

And you are the stars I navigate home by