Lagwagon Follow

Here's a song to all my friendsI know they'd likeI remember every drunken night at the old diveDriving the ol'wreckTrying to make it home somehowOne more pit stop at our favoritewatering holeThe ghost of Christmas pastswallowed all our prideWe'd open up our story booksand water down the eyesour demons raised their glasses singing"I propose a toast to my friends"Who's buying the next roundCup half empty Cup half fullPerspectives and beersThey weren't failureJust the regulars of my favorite yearThey come and gopaying their tollFrom mobiles homesDecaying old unsound mindsThe ghost of Cristmas failuredancing to the click of timeThe beating of defeatShaking in his handsa lifetime of retreatAnd his regrets were oursA time to say good-byeI've been waiting so long for you to callmy old friendTo all my friends...