There was a time when they were good friends.
Then they got paid, they got old, and they let it end.
The police lost track of who was holding who up,
Got stuck in the mud then they lost the whole truck.
You could say they got bad luck and that's saying enough.

So It's so long and your'e sailing on.
Pack your things and get on your way.
When you feel you don't belong play a friendly song.
Then at least you'll have a little something to sing.

It's hard to be a duo. It's hard to be a trio. It's even harder to be a quartet.
I'm told that going alone is just about as hard as it gets.
All the little baby girls and the dig beating boys just staring up at the sky,
Their hands full without a care in the world and no reason to ask why
There's a meter for this or a measure for that. You could repaint the view in only white and black,
But once you make that mark there's no taking it back you see.
As you build a new life you tear the old one down and the past could chase you from city to town,
You could talk like my eagles about what goes down or you could sing.

If it feels good, let it feel good to you.

So It's so long. Your'e sailing on.
Pack your things and get on your way.
When you feel you don't belong play a friendly song.
Then at least you'll have a little something to sing.

And if it feels good, just let it feel good to you.