i had a friend named whitey and a friend named red
a friend named blackie and a friend named ted
we all lived inside our own heads
we were alive but will be dead
whitey worked in a liquor store
and had walked this way before
red was enamored of a girl named slim
but whitey was way ahead of him
blackie had no life of his own
and spent his time on the telephone
selling things that did not exist
his brain was covered in a gray mist
ted was a dreamer, like me
all we wanted was to be free
free to do what, we could hardy say
and so we drifted through the days
i woke up this morning overhung
and thought, i am no longer young
i should get up and make some coffee
but i did not take the blankets off me
i lay awake and tried to dream
of the days that once had been
and wished that things were still the same
but could not remember my own name
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