What Buddy Was -

I’m on my way

I’m on my way back home

The hours have gone cold

Tunnel a hole for a man

Who wouldn’t sorry be seems

Like awful baggage

For a trade

Some will say they

Knew the day before

Now as then is all the rage

But they drove away

What about the play

No one left to call

Buddy was a lover

Lover with the bad blood

Buddy’s life is over

And out of time

Buddy was a lover

Lover with the bad blood

Buddy was a lover

Lover with bad blood

Lover with bad blood