Banjo Thoughts

When it trickle's down the faucet, all these silhouettes are walking Where'd they come from, where'd they go? Born on some old summer road Long time no see, how you been? Alright, some days it depends Why am I always upset when I get the thing I wish Ronic, maybe just a bit, they will lie and tell a fib Don't believe the things they said, ask yourself if they are friends If you have to ask again, then the answer is not yes Mom and dad said all of this will come to end And when it does, hope you love the life you live It was fun, I do admit, if I could get past the stress Glass is full as long as you have something left If you don't pursue that thirst until it's quenched, it'll rain and you'll get wet Wind of change will blow, it's the way it goes Hold the memories real close, only thing we really own Enjoy today, it will go. Say goodbye to all you know Hello to your new life, at least we like to hope If anything survives, I would like to hope That it is our soul, I would like to hope