A Friend From Out Of Town

A Friend From Out Of Town
By Beaver Nelson

Sorry to call so late
I hope that she won't mind
But I'm rolling through and feeling great
And thought I'd drop a line

If you got a minute
Come meet me at the hideout
We'll get all up in it
Yeah, we'll get it figured out

We'll remember where we fit
Laughing til the center's split
We'll remember half of it
The rest will get washed down
What's better than the sound
Of a friend from out of town

I keep driving all alone
It'll work until it don't
White line, next time
I'll warn you or I won't

I can't say that I won't blame you
If you just cannot indulge
The thoughtless way I came to
Believing life would budge

So I'll face the microphone
In the town you call your own
Within walls that seem like home
Once the sun goes down

Making the lonely sounds
Of a friend from out of town

I might've overstated things
But you're used to me that way
So I'll laugh and smile and wink and sing
And then be on my way

But I'll take it with me
Any kindness that you spoke
It will assist me
For years in loops unbroken

Till I make it back around
Spiral up, chips down
Eyes flash, treasure found
Deep beneath the ground

The ghosts will dance around
A friend from out of town
Yes, the ghosts will dance around
A friend from out of town