Friends
Phil Everly, Terry Slater
Well we filled our glasses many times
And we’re feeling warm from the wine
Friends it’s time, to go to sleep
And let our dreams, bring us peace
The world can make it alone
So let’s all go home
Talk is all that we can do
The answers aren’t with me or you
The problems are in such foolish hands
And their answers we’ll never understand
Presidents, dictators, kings
Are titles that don’t mean a thing
And someday we’ll surely see ‘em fall
But we’ll survive them all
Friends it’s time, to go to sleep
And let our dreams, bring us peace
The world can make it alone
So let’s all go home
Friends it’s time, to go to sleep
And let our dreams, bring us peace
The world can make it alone
So let’s all go home