What’s up what’s good my old friend?
You’ve turned into an ordinary man
What we had starts to fade
You’re lying on the bed of nails we’ve made
I’ve watched it slip through my hands
Dirt roads rise down along the gravel path
The gypsy turned us away
Her eyes say turn and come another day
Still I think it’s alright cause we’re two of a kind
Close your eyes drift away
Midnight crawls closer now with everyday
I threw my hands to explain
And you’re lying on that bed of nails we’ve made
Still I think it’s alright cause we’re two of a kind