Does it feel worse? Are you still struggling? How come is it that you feel cursed? You know, I know that it hurts I know I said there would be letters But it’s hard to know, what could make you feel better When everything I get is returned to sender So where’re you at my old friend? In a boxcar riding the northern tracks On an airplane faking it as a millionaire On a dirt track begging another ride So where’re you at my old friend? Everything is changing And some it seems are easy gone But you are still singing that same old song Well I got news for you those lines will turn cold Like the echoes of your own voice in your home So where’re you at my old friend? In a boxcar riding the northern tracks On an airplane faking it as a millionaire On a dirt track begging another ride So where’re you at my old friend?