"Harry called while you were out," she said. He asked, "Was he drunk?" She said, "No, but he'd been drinking. I could tell." "What'd he want this time?" "He wants to talk to you," she said. "All I know is he's somewhere in Nebraska, hole up in some motel."
He handed her the groceries and opened up a beer. He slapped the cold off his sleeve and said, "I'm glad I wasn't here." "But he's your best friend," she said. He took a drink and said, "He was." She said, "He's calling back, you know." And he told her, "He always does."
(Refrain:) Old friends blown away by the wind Never to return again till they round that final bend Old friends driving through the rain from Sacramento to Fort Wayne just like we all did then
"So, what're you gonna tell now when he calls back again?" He just shrugged and said, "I'm not gonna say a thing." "But it's Harry," she told him. "Yeah," he said. "It's Harry once again. And Harry only calls when he's drunk or when he needs something."
(Refrain)
"But you bummed the world together. It was always just you two. "Yeah, we were young and we had some times till the day that I met you. And he just kept on moving once I made my choice to stay. And now he's still out on the road, but it's like he never goes away."
(Refrain)
When the kitchen phone rang once more, he threw his arms around her waist. "Let me go," she said. "It's Harry. If I want to get the phone I will." But he just pulled her tighter and he didn't say a thing. And he held her until the ringing stopped and all the house was still.
Compositor: William T Morrissey ECAD: Obra #16894395