Ode to the old

Old friend I need your steel

I need that spirit still

Only you know what I feel

What fills my mind and soul

 

Late some nights I weep for you

In my most private hours

I cry out for the man I once knew

Why can’t we restart?

 

I met someone special

And she was broken too

But she was kind and warm

I wish that she’d met you

 

Because I’m bitter and I’m cold

And friend, you’re here no more

More and more as I get old

I long for who you were

 

I haven’t got your fire

And I haven’t got your heart

I haven’t got that ambition

To tear the world apart

 

So give me back that righteous rage

That fire and spirit too

Let me be that man again

Like the days when I was you