Well, you sold your last grade pair of shoes
I heard you got rid of all of them
And you say you don't get the blues no more
I bet you never will again

You don't play that old guitar
You don't need to
And when I see you
I ask you "What's your name?"

'cause I don't know you
And I don't want to
You don't want it either, do you?

Well, you look like
Just what the doctor ordered
Yeah, I bet you make your mother proud
But you know I never liked your mother
So you'll understand
If I don't approve of the way that you've turned out

Well, you packaged up your dreams
Wrapped it up in tin foil
And you got rid of that piece of junk
'cause it always needed oil

Years gone by I watched you fly away
Like a balloon
You floated away so beautiful
But you're right back where you started
Tell me who got hold of you?

'cause you look like
Just what the doctor ordered
Yeah, I bet you make your mother proud
Are you allowed to play the songs you used to?
Well, you know you used to play them very well
And I know that it's got nothing to do with you
But I sometimes think I miss my old friend