Less Wise

Time is gold and it only goes by in waves of strangers

Along the way sometimes strangers make your friends

Well, I'm gettin' old and my friends come around like they used to

We've stopped actin' like we've got something to prove

My old friend Jake, yeah, man, we made some noise in those barrooms

Who'd have thought he'd be the first one with a son?

And I like to think that guy that we all call McKinney

He was there at my worst and Lord knows he's helped me on

It's been a few years since I seen that Matthews boy

He's still livin' down in Houston, still never callin' back when I phone

Every now and then I stop and I'll have a few with Vinnie

You know we laugh about the old times, at least those we recall

It's always c'est la vie

Try not to miss the forest for the trees

And now we're what we did not think we'd be

A little bit older, a little less wise

You get a little older and a lot less wise

Time is gold and it only goes by in waves of strangers