[Verse 1] The rain sound like rocks on my window The smell of hard asphalt in June Wakin' up to the sound of a freight train It is only pa**in' through Fed with wood and steel from the Northlands Seem to pa** more of ‘em these days Where the new colonial people I think I heard somebody just say I think of my granddad as a railroad slave And how we grandkids laugh away [Chorus] So long, so long I heard him talkin' about the golden age And how it turned into a golden haze [Verse 2] Watchin' the fan rotatin' in the ceilin' I'm Martin Sheen in Apocalypse Now Hearin' the same sad numbers on the TV From the bed, hangin' upside down Now I'm down from the lack of somethin' positive Now I'm down from the lack of faith If something good is ever gonna happen Something great could come out of this place Everyone here seems so stuck in the past Prayin' that the present won't last [Chorus] So long, so long I heard him talkin' about the golden age And how it turned into a golden haze [Verse 3] Everybody here is unemployed And there's nowhere else to go We're stuck here payin' off old expensive loans On a house that can't be sold And a green that's growin' old Easin' the pain with alcohol Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohh... [Chorus] So long, my friend So long, I hope we meet again I heard him talkin' about the golden age And how it turned into a golden haze A golden haze So long, my friend So long, my friend Oh, oh, oh