Dinner for Eight
Creed Bratton
Time don't mean that much to me
People come and people go
I try to find some good in all
Then they go and let me down
Time don’t mean that much to me
The days and weeks may travel on
Practiced smiles and shiny eyes
Laugh at you when you turn around
The days of fun I counted on
I'd ask my friends with me
But as the day drew to a close
Alone, alone, alone I'd be
Callous time will pass me by
My open wounds may heal
I pick my friends with caution now
So the days and years and tears I won’t fear