Dear friends,
You are angels and drunks;
You are magi
Old friends
You stuck a pin in the map I was in
And this a note from the roadside
Cuttin' the breeze
From the Tennessee sundown
Came the sound of the voices I know
I've been pondering trees
On the steeliest comedown
And now at the moment I'm home
I got bluster enough
For the sales of a clipper
And the truth never frays a good yarn
But it struck me to say
While so far away
You are with me today
You are here, in my head in my heart
Dear friends,
You are angels and drunks;
You are magi
Old friends
You stuck a pin in the map I was in
And you are the stars I navigate home by