Song for the Four Horsemen

My friend, you’ve seen me at my finest.
You’ve seen some highs and lows —
The days I was on fire,
The nights I almost froze.
If I’ve made you laugh as often
As I’ve made you drive me home,
Well, can we call it even?
Won’t you throw this old dog a bone?

If my hands are shaking, it’s the coffee or it’s the cold.
If my memory is failing, we’re all getting old.
If I’ve forgotten your friend’s name, blame my social graces.
If my money’s all gone, I must have lost it at the races.

My friend, I’ve seen you at your finest,
At all the best barroom shows,
When I was the only one in the audience
Who knew how the new one goes.
There’s something about singing
That can ease the worried mind,
Even if what you’re saying
Is ‘Have you ever wanted to die?’

If my knees are shaking, it’s the coffee or it’s the cold.
If my patience is fading, we’re all getting old.
Sometimes I have to leave those smoky, crowded places,
But next time you’re going, I’ll meet you at the races.

My friend, I’ve seen you at your finest,
When all your picks were hot.
One day of your life is your luckiest;
The rest of your days are not.
These things come and go:
The ease and the toil.
One man’s long-shot winner
Sees another man’s trifecta spoiled.

If my body’s shaking, the room is too damn cold.
If my resolve is waning, we’re all getting old.
But next time I’m free, when I’m kicking o’er the traces,
I’ll give you a ring, and we can meet down at the races.

Throwing good money after bad
Chasing after old habits.
You built the prettiest little fire you’d ever had,
Then you reached out to grab it.