I think about old friends of mine
One day they're walkin on their hands
One day they're crawlin in the streets
afraid of a strange, free, wide open land
Ho, for the times they are calling
Ho, for the times they says, Go, go, go, gone
Always in love, and always alone
Always a line for that long walkin home

Last night I saw them old friends of mine
makin most outrageous sort of claims
burnin all the books
rockin on their heels
watchin awhile the heart of the flames
Ho, for the times they are calling
Ho, for the times they say, Go, go, go, gone
Always in love, and always alone
Always in line for that long walkin home

I see they've been talking to you
Had to be a matter of just time
What starts with you glad to be runnin
some errand slides, with time, to be walkin the line
Ho, the times they are calling
Ho, the times they says, Go, go, go, gone
Always in love, always alone
Always a line for that long walkin home