Old Friend by Rancid

Look up you're in Cleveland again a solid line that never ends I've got
stories you'll never realize and I know it I wear it on my sleeve there must
be somethin' about you that I liked but right here in the rain you know it
just don't seem right I always go out I never hide but in Cleveland I should
have stayed inside good morning heartache your like an old friend come and see
me again testify my love for you I know it runs deep through your body too
from the cold blacktop to the hot concrete the old tan van it ain't so sweet
somewhere in America in the city at night we were far from home but you know
it was gonna be alright the unfortunate get prayed on by vultures eyes 86
cents in these pockets of mine