I let a friend go Offered him gods and ghosts And now I need to make a toast to him So come to meet me Put your clothes on nice And run a comb through twice He was a friend of mine You've got to come Oh he was like a gun He was always going off He was always in the gutter And always into trouble And always into fun oh ya But it got harder on the double He said he always felt like he Was carrying around Something or another I want to use you Think only you could see me through Nobody else could do it You've got to come Leave your studies Leave your babies they're fine They'll be sleeping through the night You've got tot to come Oh I've been like a gun I've been always going off I've been always in the gutter And always into trouble And always into fun oh ya But it's harder on the double When I always feel like I'm carrying around Someone or another When you unravel I'll Come travelling to find you When you come to pieces I'll sing a song that could bind you And I won't have to call Your name out for very long To find you When you unravel I'll sing a song that could bind you And I won't have to call Your name out for very long To find you