Saw an old friend yesterday He didn't talk the same But I saw through these new walls like cellophane Such a delicate Monday Smoking joints and telling jokes about the class we used to hate What a sweet and bitter taste Growing older feels like hearts are getting colder as we wait For the day our body's break Just know I have your back feel free call me up when it starts to ache And be sure To keep your pictures on your wall And look close You'll see that nothings really changed And I hope it's working out Saw an old friend yesterday He seemed to talk the same but in his eyes I saw a crippling pain Oh how life can be so strange One day you're having fun the next your hand is burning in the flame What a sweet and bitter taste Getting older all these rocks turn into boulders in our brains So don't shoot beyond your range Cos all those targets missed will eat away and turn hope into rage And be sure To keep your pictures on your wall And look close You'll see that nothings really changed And I hope it's working out