Hi, hello
How you been
You've been on my mind
How's your health
How's your kid, yeah
You still in the same old grind
Years have gone
They've flown right quick
Can't keep track of days
Do you think of me
Like I think of you
In no two ways
All the leaves are brown
And the skies are gray
November state of mind
Is just a dream away
Hey, what's up
Been meaning to call
Been busy with the same old shit
Sorry excuse
Forgive my bad
I am no hypocrite
Years are gone
Young no more
The end has come to view
Pull the brakes
Screech and squeal
I am out of true
