"Class Of '65" lyrics
Well I got a letter from a high-school friend
Who I never really knew that well. He wrote me
And the mothball letter on a blue-and-white sweater
From the class of '65 got me planning, planning
Standing in a room full of faces (in a room), I knew them all
But I could not place the names with the faces
Now conversation makes me nervous
I just smile and nod along
When it comes to telling stories, I could go on and on
I went downstairs to straighten my tie
Laid on a table I chance to pass by were some stories
On some notebook paper from some high-school friends
And they all had tales to tell
And they all sent pictures of their families
And the stories read so well
I just stood there and pretended I had something in my eye
And the tears fell on the letters
I had to, sorry we missed ya, maybe next time
Tell everyone I said, "Hi. Hi."
From the class of '65, hi
From the class of '65, hi
Who I never really knew that well. He wrote me
And the mothball letter on a blue-and-white sweater
From the class of '65 got me planning, planning
Standing in a room full of faces (in a room), I knew them all
But I could not place the names with the faces
Now conversation makes me nervous
I just smile and nod along
When it comes to telling stories, I could go on and on
I went downstairs to straighten my tie
Laid on a table I chance to pass by were some stories
On some notebook paper from some high-school friends
And they all had tales to tell
And they all sent pictures of their families
And the stories read so well
I just stood there and pretended I had something in my eye
And the tears fell on the letters
I had to, sorry we missed ya, maybe next time
Tell everyone I said, "Hi. Hi."
From the class of '65, hi
From the class of '65, hi
Writer(s): Joe Walsh
