Dear Friends Video (MV)

It's like a pleasant dream that's no longer useful
You used to live on coffee, now it just makes you sick
You used to walk in crowds just too tall for your own good
You were bouncing off the walls, you were basking in your own light
Just a red hot fool with a mouth of gold
But now you're out of the river and you're in the ocean
You're just another fish, just another piece of bait
And you say, "Where are my dear friends?"

The old days were such a gas, life was like a luxury liner
You remember all the good times now that all the scars are fading
"Where are my dear friends?"

Now there's a wall around you and you don't wanna break it
'Cause it's there to keep you sane
So all the shit around you doesn't reach your brain
And you're tired of people because they all want something
All those grasping hands, all those probing fingers
And it tears you up inside, it's an endless blur, an endless numbness
You want something to say and someone to say it to
And you remember the days when you thought you were lonely
And you remember the days when you thought you were cool
All you can say is "where are my dear friends?"
The ones you took for granted
You thought you'd stay together and keep in touch forever
But nothing was put down on paper
And you want to make some contact
But your pen can't reach the paper
You're too weak to lift the receiver
"Where are my dear friends?"

It's just not on when you walk in the store
And you look at the messages left on the board
There's no inspiration in the people you know
No one understands all the things that obsess you
They don't feel the forces that move and possess you
You look like a lunatic tearing your hair
And you drink and you rave, hanging off of the stairs
And the people around you don't feel a thing
Their eyes never glow and their ears never ring
They just toss ideas, refine their prose
Prepare their statements and adjust their clothes
And you say "Where are my dear friends?"

You can't afford to watch the wheels go round
You gotta get on the bus, you gotta track them down
You gotta kiss some babies, gotta shake some hands
It's just another town, it's not the promised land
(I heard it through the grapevine you were down by the old graveyard
I was drunk and falling down on a stage somewhere in your town
I wish you'd been there
We could have cried or laughed on each other's shoulders)