For Mick Rob And The Rest
    We were not classified a gang
    Nor a posse or a crew
    Just a group of young friends
    And to each other we were true

    We couldn’t predict the future
    But God knows we really tried
    We said we’d all remain close
    I’m sure not one of us had lied

    But like the dusty desert dunes
    That wander cross the sand
    Time has spread us far and wide
    In ways we never planned

    Mick in a Portland fish mart
    Selling Salmon by the pound
    Michael’s in Wisconsin
    Lying silent in the ground

    Stan’s in Santa Barbara
    With Sally by his side
    Dylan’s still on the run
    From the law he has to hide

    Jackie’s found I know not where
    Though I really miss her smiles
    To have one brighten up my day
    I would walk a hundred miles

    Robbie’s got himself a ranch
    Out Albuquerque way
    I heard he’s a golfer now
    Never thought I’d see that day

    Frank's in Virginia City
    In a house he made from planks
    Pam is in Hawaii
    Living on Mauna Loa's flanks

    Then there’s Kyle, Irene, Maria
    You know I still love all three
    I know I didn’t love them right
    That’s not their fault but me

    I wish that I could find them
    If to just apologize
    I know they would understand
    They’d see the truth there in my eyes

    I keep on planning for that trip
    To hunt down all these friends some time
    But it’s a dream I’ll never see
    Except in visions in my mind

    So I sit at my computer
    Putting thoughts up on this screen
    I miss you all so dearly friends
    And hope someday you will be seen

    I haven’t been away from you
    On purpose this I swear
    I guess we all have special friends
    Of whom we really care

    So it’s not my solo burden
    Everyone has had like thought
    And friends they would like to see
    And ones they really miss a lot

    It’s just a part of human life
    To have friends go astray
    And seeing them again some time
    I’m guessing we all pray