I think about them old friends of mine:
one day they're walkin on their hands;
one day they're crawlin in the streets, afraid of a strange, free, wide open land;
Oh, for the times they are calling
Oh, for the times they say, Go, go, go
(Gone!)
Always in love
always alone,
always in line for that long walkin home
Last night I saw those old friends of mine makin most outrageous sort of claims:
burnin all the books,
rockin on their heels,
watchin awhile the heart of the flames
Oh, for the times they are calling
Oh, for the times they say, Go, go, go
(Gone!)
Always in love
always alone,
always in line for that long walkin home
I see they've been talking to you...
It had to be a matter of just time
It starts with you glad to be runnin some errand and slides, with time, to be walkin the line
Oh, for the times they are calling
Oh, for the times they say, Go, go, go
(Gone!)
Always in love
always alone,
always in line for that long walkin home
