oh, old friend why such a face
have the years been hard on you,
oh young man wide eyes on your face
the shutters gone from your view…
come and gone, no recognition
of sinister and noble deeds…
standing their ground, take the risks
are the watchmen yearning to be.
old friend and young man we bury the past
and each drink to a different song
after a while, we will do it again and
sing like we like we always have done.