John Hiatt

I thought we were gonna make that bridge, what did I know
Me and my expectations was always high
"Like a Rolling Stone" is playing on the radio
It made you cry
But we got by
CHORUS:
My old friend
You make me feel young again
My old friend
You're just as pretty as you were back then
A Corvair with no floorboards, a Gibson Hummingbird
Driving south to the mouth of the riversong
Patchouli oil and motor oil
And you knew all the words
Now you're looking fine
In a hook-up line