There's a few of the old crowd still meet up at Christmas and
each raise a glass to the past and good friends.
The crowd's thinning out now, but I'm thinking out loud now
it's still quite a sizeable group
(If you don't count so well )
We reminisce about that and the other and
it's this that makes the bond stronger
I suppose the longer we go on the few will become less
there are flywheels in the abattoir
and they spin to a six string guitar
the piano plays on down in Abilene to the tunes of a cowboy and his praire dream.
It's all alike or a bit the same
never knowing if one had been
sane what the outcome would have been.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 4:40 AM UTC
There's a few of the old crowd still meet up at Christmas and
each raise a glass to the past and good friends.
The crowd's thinning out now, but I'm thinking out loud now
it's still quite a sizeable group
(If you don't count so well )
We reminisce about that and the other and
it's this that makes the bond stronger
I suppose the longer we go on the few will become less
there are flywheels in the abattoir
and they spin to a six string guitar
the piano plays on down in Abilene to the tunes of a cowboy and his praire dream.
It's all alike or a bit the same
never knowing if one had been
sane what the outcome would have been.
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