Outbound Call

I made an outbound call
to a childhood friend
he said, "I hate to think it's been so long
since we sat face to face."

And the days fall by,
but you've been on my mind
and the sunshine of our vibrant youth
we had to leave behind.

If a winter wind should steal my soul,
would you haul my body to a hole
and spill a glass to consecrate
our summer days of song?

I made an outbound call.
You're still the same old kid.
How strange we seem to still relate like
all those years ago

when we were shootin' pool
in your attic room
or drinking up the sunrise on that
sloppy lonely boat.

If a winter wind should steal my soul,
would you haul my body to a hole
and spill a glass to consecrate
our summer days of song?