My friend, my friend he's got a knife. A statement from his former life. When he was easy but alone. Beside him was an empty throne. . But what of silver silken blade.
Several times, unconsciously. I've stumbled upon the path. And seen a mountain in the mist. . And rain falls on my shoulders. Sun rises in the east. I'm worn and bruised.
Oh tequila, I turn to you like a long lost friend. I want to kiss my Mexican cousin once again. We'll cover every emotion from happiness to sorrow. And the conversations I forget you'll tell me about tomorrow.