Make music on an old guitar to chase away the blues, And scratch where it itches, forget to shine my shoes. Notice the sunsets and let the dogs come in. On holidays I'll wear fine shirts, plaid trousers that are loose And let one of the youngsters carve the turkey and the goose. When suddenly I am old and begin acting that way. Knowing we've shared a piece of our heart.
Some friendships stay and sadly some go.
My prayers remain steady hoping ours will grow. I ache when you're hurting, I cry when you're sad. Wanting to comfort and hold you so bad. Know that I'm waiting here, with open arms, To share all your troubles and relish your charms. I have nothing to offer but the soul of a friend, Strong shoulders to lean on that don't easily bend.