"I remember the days sittin' on the front porch, with the sun beatin' down in my neighborhood. I'd sit out all night singin' songs to the moon. Or, try and get some sweet honey back to my bedroom...
...So to all those old friends, God be with them. I wish, I wish I could see you again -- in the same corner bar where it all started from. Dig your plow so deep; now the stars have all gone.
So, wherever they shine may it be warm and bright."
