Lyrics

I’LL CATCH THE TRAIN TO THE CITY,
RED BLUE OR SILVER I’LL RIDE.
UNDER THE CLOCKS I REMEMBER,
THAT TAXI WE FLAGGED THAT
DECEMBER.

OLD FRIEND I WONDER WHICH ROAD YOU’RE ON. MAYBE WE’LL CRASH AT A STOP SIGN. WE’LL GET OUT OF THE CAR AND BOTH KISS THE TAR THAT WE’RE STANDING ON. IN AN OLD COUNTRY TOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE, OLD FRIEND.

WEEKENDS SPENT SHINING THE CAR, SMOKING TWO HUNDRED CIGARETTES. AND ALL THE WHISKEY WE SWALLOWED, LOVE THOSE TWO HUNDRED BUCKS A NIGHT BENDERS.

OLD FRIEND I WONDER WHICH ROAD YOU’RE ON. MAYBE WE’LL CRASH AT A STOP SIGN. WE’LL GET OUT OF THE CAR AND BOTH KISS THE TAR THAT WE’RE STANDING ON. IN AN OLD COUNTRY TOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE, OLD FRIEND.

SAW THE LIGHTS THROUGH OUR RED EYES, TALKED THE CHEAP END OF WHITE LIES. YEAH WE SUNG IN THE CARPARK, WALTZING MATILDA WITH ME.

OLD FRIEND I WONDER WHICH ROAD YOU’RE ON. MAYBE WE’LL CRASH AT A STOP SIGN. WE’LL GET OUT OF THE CAR AND BOTH KISS THE TAR THAT WE’RE STANDING ON. IN AN OLD COUNTRY TOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE OLD FRIEND, OLD FRIEND.