Best Friends
All your best friends' telephones
Never cooled from the heat of your hand.
There's a line in a front-page story,
13 horses that also-ran.
Climb in your old umbrella.
Does it have a nasty tear in the dome?
But the rain only gets in sometimes
And the sun never leaves you alone,
You alone, you alone, you alone, you alone, you alone.
Writer/s: CODY, PHILIP
