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