Lyrics Gregory Alan Isakov – Old Friend
Text:
Me and an old friend
Turning god’s love in the Christian stations
We’ve seen our share of naughty smiles from the lord
But this time of night there’s no sign of him or anyone
But the passing prowl of police
Just catch us on our best behavior
There’s no doing wrong this time of night
All the lights flashing yellow
All the world is counting sheep
Just wait till you catch us on our best behavior
Me and an old friend in a pickup
Laugh at the things nobody ever does
We still know how to walk alone
I’m too proud to pray
As we do this alone
There’s just no sign of him or anyone
The passing prowl of police
