Lyrics:

Still got pictures of friends of the wall
I suppose we aren't really friends anymore
Maybe I shouldn't ever have called
That thing friendly at all

I get freaked out from a knock at the door
When I haven't been expecting one
Didn't that used to be part of the fun
Once upon a time?

We'll be there at the back of the bar
In a booth, like we usually were
Everytime there was a rocket launch or some big event

What a death I died writing that song
Start to finish with you looking on
It stays between us, Steinway and his sons
Because it's the Ultracheese

Perhaps it's time that you went for a walk
And dressed like a fictional character
From a place they called America
In the Golden Age

Trust the politics to come along
When you were just trying to orbit the sun
When you were just trying to be kind to someone
Because you had the chance

I've still got pictures of friends on the wall
I might look as if I'm deep in thought
But the truth is I'm probably not, if I ever was
Oh, the dawn won't stop weighing a ton

I've done some things that I shouldn't have done
But I haven't stopped loving you once
Hoo