Friends Getting Cold - The Plan

Friends getting cold, love is growing old

Time takes its toll, life’s like paying back a loan

And I had me dreams they’re gone

The pictures lose their colors

The boss is getting harder

And when I dance I can’t feel the tones

Oh Lord what are they doing to me

Oh, and people talk about what is what

I stay in the car, I’m waiting on a shooting star

I’m waiting on a shooting star

I’m waiting on a shooting star

Oh Lord what’s happening to me