Rainbows And Pots Of Gold

I’ve heard you are doing well;selling art and everything;I like your stuff good for you;I’ll buy a piece or maybe two;do you ever think of me;do you remember all our stupid dreams;raimbows and pots of gold;so much to prove before we got old;I took you places around the world;I miss your face somethimes you know;you took my picture a 1000times;I’ll buy them back,I don’t mind;I’ll lost my way but found my track;I’m sorry if I never listen back;I’ve been round;I’ve been up and down;and you miss the one we dressed like clowns;and how is your car,how is your life;how’s my friend,when she is gonna be your wife;I am sittin up writing down;these things I sometimes dream about;I knew your number off by heart;it’s the only one I like to talk;it wasn’t me using you;I trusted you,one of a few;and we had some laughts,had some rows;but in the end the walls came down;you like the place I am living now;it’s a shame you can’t come around;and I’ve grown a lot since we last spoke;got myself together,fixed what was broke;I wonder if we’ll talk again;or drink toghether just like then;I supposed it’s different,now it’s new;whoever points the finger at who;I really hope you’re happy,both of you;and maybe sometimes you miss me too..