"Harry called while you were out," she said.
He asked, "Was he drunk?"
She said, "No, but he'd been drinking.
I could tell."
"What'd he want this time?"
"He wants to talk to you," she said.
"All I know is he's somewhere in Nebraska,
hole up in some motel."
He handed her the groceries
and opened up a beer.
He slapped the cold off his sleeve
and said, "I'm glad I wasn't here."
"But he's your best friend," she said.
He took a drink and said, "He was."
She said, "He's calling back, you know."
And he told her, "He always does."
(Refrain:)
Old friends
blown away by the wind
Never to return again
till they round that final bend
Old friends
driving through the rain
from Sacramento to Fort Wayne
just like we all did then
"So, what're you gonna tell now
when he calls back again?"
He just shrugged and said,
"I'm not gonna say a thing."
"But it's Harry," she told him.
"Yeah," he said. "It's Harry once again.
And Harry only calls when he's drunk
or when he needs something."
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