Hello my old friend

Seems that we’ve met again

And I know the drill

Fear in the let go

Run in the shadows

So it goes

Hello my old friend

Now I know your intent

Gray, black and fill

Dirt under my nails

Wind in my torn sails

Money I would spend it all to clear my name

Funny how wasted time can feel this way

Write it off as, yet another day

Calling on your name and finally turn the page

Finally turn the page

Money I would spend it all to clear my name

Funny how wasted time can feel this way

Write it off as, yet another day

Calling on your name and finally turn the page

Finally turn the page

Money I would spend it all to clear my name

Funny how wasted time can feel this way

Write it off as, yet another day

Calling on your name and finally turn the page

Lessons from the sage