Hi and Lo

It would be nice to hear from you, you must be better
Then when you used to call me for advice all drunk and sad at 4 am
We both had lost our girlfriends but a sense of humor never
In the summer we saved each others lives by hangin' out together

I've been high but mostly low
A life-long lodger on a dead-end road
But I'd like mine to shine like gold
The darkest hour turned brighter than a rose

The memories I still lean on in the current haze I'm in
When we were so down, we'd toast the town like two black-hearted Irishmen
I don't settle things with booze like I did for years
Does the guy that I still care about in the stories that I hear?

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We didn't get much further than a shoe box for a home
And our mattresses are gray with years of passing out in our street clothes
Now the hard times are behind us, but let's not be alone
And the bottom line and this is mine, dammit we've both got a phone

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