My Old Friend

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 CHORUS BRIDGE: You've got kids, I've got kids And they all want to know Just what is what like when we were young