Old Friends

You were there when the mortal tears were falling
And You were there to share our joys abounding
You were resolute and true
You always came through
So it's no secret that we're missing you, old friend

Great friends are nothing flashy, more like seasoned leather boots
Good ones take a while before they're comfy
When they fit you right you'll wear em 'till the leather's falls apart
They may be ugly, but you never throw them out.

We owed you when our faith was lacking
And we owed you when our lives were slacking
You were dependable and fun
And you kept us on the run
So it's no secret that we're missing you old friend

Great friends are nothing flashy, more like seasoned leather boots
Good ones take a while before they're comfy
When they fit you right you'll wear em 'till the leather's falls apart
They may be ugly, but you never throw them out.

So it's with sadness that we mourn the fact you're gone
For so many years your wisdom, was something we depended on
Its ironic that you chose this way to get ready for when you leave
I'd want to spend it with my friends if IT WERE ME

Great friends are nothing flashy, more like seasoned leather boots
Good ones take a while before they're comfy
When they fit you right you'll wear em 'till the leather's falls apart
They may be ugly, but you never throw them out
They may be ugly, but you never throw them out