What Buddy Was

I'm on my way

I'm on my way back home

The hours have gone cold



Tunnel, a hole for a man

Who wouldn't sorry be

Seems like a baggage for a trade



Some will say they knew the day before

Now as then is all the rage



But they drove away

What about the play

No one left to, no one left to call



Buddy was a lover

Lover with bad blood

Buddy's life is over and out of time



Buddy was a lover

Lover with the bad blood



Buddy was a lover

Lover with the bad blood



Lover with bad blood

Lover with bad blood



Lover with bad blood

Lover with bad blood