Good Friend

Oh, I will hang around for good times
And talk of signs with old, good friends
Some who are sleeping in the dirt now
I wish I hung around for them
And told them
Don’t you wanna know what I know?
Don’t you wanna know what I know?
Don’t you wanna know what I know now?
And I will walk past streets you lived on
You dreamed those dreams you’ll never meet
Until the dust it comes for me now
A hopeless end to hopeless means
Oh, don’t you wanna know what I know?
Don’t you wanna know what I know?
Don’t you wanna know what I know now?