I think about old friends of mine One day they're walkin on their hands One day they're crawlin in the streets afraid of a strange, free, wide open land Ho, for the times they are calling Ho, for the times they says, Go, go, go, gone Always in love, and always alone Always a line for that long walkin home
Last night I saw them old friends of mine makin most outrageous sort of claims burnin all the books rockin on their heels watchin awhile the heart of the flames Ho, for the times they are calling Ho, for the times they say, Go, go, go, gone Always in love, and always alone Always in line for that long walkin home
I see they've been talking to you Had to be a matter of just time What starts with you glad to be runnin some errand slides, with time, to be walkin the line Ho, the times they are calling Ho, the times they says, Go, go, go, gone Always in love, always alone Always a line for that long walkin home