Old Friends

House on the corner's been abandoned by a family three The windows are boarded up and there's nothing left inside to see Sometimes when I pass, I think about the way I used to be Shadow of my past don't mean much to anyone but me In you don't have to burn out Like words fade from the crowd And old friends don't come around Like roots pulled from the ground I hate it when I waste it It's all wasted, I made it Mmhmm Mmhmm Waiting for the light to change Windshield becomes a movie screen So many people cross like lucky pennies lost down the street If you think you have no friends then I guess thats the way it will be Don't belong to anyone but God i wish that you belonged to me Words fade from the crowd to far to hear them now And old friends don't come around I'll learn to live without But I hate it when I waste it It's all wasted I made it Ooh Ooh Mmhmm Mmhmm Mmhmm ("The most fascinating problem in the world is 'Who am I?'") Mmhmm ("What do you mean, what do you see, when you say the word 'I'? It's so mysterious. It's so elusive. What you are in your embassy escapes your examination In rather the same way you cannot look directly into your own eyes Without using a mirror. You can't bite your own teeth. You can't taste your own tongue. And you can't touch the tip of this finger with the tip of this Finger. And that's why there's always an Element of profound mystery [?] with who we are."0 House on the corner's been abandoned by a family three And though there's nothing left inside Something in me still wants to see Maybe it's the thought that I don't know how i'll turn out to be Or whatever came for them will one day be there waiting for me Mmhmm Mmhmm Mmhmm Mmhmm