Friends in High Places

I've got friends in high places I've got pockets lined with aces I've got faded lipstick traces on my shirt I'm short on tomorrow but I'm long on yesterday My eye is on the sparrow where the lonely go to pray And I've seen pals in sad conditions Make a thousand bad decisions Taking vows and seeking visions in the dirt Now, looks can be deceiving Am I smiling? Am I grieving? Am I free inside my heart or do I hurt? I'll give you even chances but the answer I won't say And I won't tell you my name But I'm not famous anyway... But I've got friends in high places I've got pockets lined with aces I've got faded lipstick traces on my shirt I've got faded lipstick traces on my shirt