Old Familiar Face

1992

 

I wait by your window
Hoping we’re still friends
I read the note in your lunch box
That said you’ll never talk to me again
I know there ain’t no good in fighting
With my best friend in the world
But this ain’t no big deal
It can’t be the end

Is the dream really over?
Will it ever be the same?
Will I see you in the morning?
Will you even know my name?
If I knock upon your window
Will you come on out and play?
Will you let me in side
Will you recognize
This old familiar face

It’s rung eight times and counting
Please pick up the phone
Go I can get down on my knees and beg you
And you can let me come home
I know there ain’t no good in fighting
With my best friend in the world
But this ain’t no big deal
It can’t be the end

Is the dream really over?
Will it ever be the same?
Will I see you in the morning?
Will you even know my name?
If I knock upon your window
Will you come on out and play?
Will you let me in side
Will you recognize
This old familiar face

Hand in hand we’ve walked together
Now our journey nears the end
I look back on the pleasures
And all the might have beens
I feel your soul float from your body
Only memories left to cry
But this ain’t no big deal
It can’t be the end

Is the dream really over?
Will it ever be the same?
Will I see you in the morning?
Will you even know my name?
If I see you up in heaven
Will you come on out and play?
Will you let me inside
Will you recognize
This old familiar face