You pretend to be there for menBut in the end you'll just ignore menAnd I can't say what hurts me morenThe game you played or the final scorennBut who am I to say these thingsnTo know how or whynOr what life bringsnAnd I made my bed nSo I think I'll lie downnRest my weary headnIt won't be long nownnAnd I ain't got the timenAnd I don't have the patiencenFor you or your kindnAnd all your relations nonNew words of wisdomnFrom an old friend of minennSo you go your way and I'll go minenAnd it pains me to say that it wasn't our timenI'll see you again on down that roadnAnd I'll call you friend but we both knownThat a thousand years couldn't heal these woundsnAnd all our tears could fill these roomsnnAnd I ain't got the timenAnd I don't have the patiencenFor you or your kindnAnd all your relations nonNew words of wisdomnFrom an old friend of minennAnd I ain't got the timenAnd I don't have the patiencenFor you or your kindnAnd all your relations nonNew words of wisdomnFrom an old friend of mine