| Song | Ronnie Song |
| Artist | Tim Barry |
| Album | Raising Hell & Living Cheap: Live in Richmond (Live) |
| Best friends day, well, it came and went | |
| And not without incident | |
| On the hill they’re all moving in | |
| But I don’t care much | |
| I’m dodging branches from Maple trees | |
| They’ve stolen heavy and steady sleep | |
| They seized every city street | |
| With tuition bought full dirt | |
| And I sat at the river with Ronnie | |
| Watching the Cormorants | |
| And the Osprey diving for their prey | |
| He asked about old friends | |
| I said, I ain’t seen none of them | |
| He’s said, they’re all transient, man | |
| And their footprints they washed away | |
| Still I walk this town | |
| Hoping to get lost some how | |
| It seems by now though I’ve smoothed a path in every side walk | |
| It’s all painted black and gold | |
| Black tar where once stood homes | |
| Gold in the hand of each student based franchise | |
| And I sat at the river with Ronnie | |
| Watching the Cormorants | |
| And the Osprey diving for their prey | |
| He asked about old friends | |
| I said, I ain’t seen none of them | |
| He said, how’d you get here, man? | |
| And why’d you stay? | |
| Come on brother, let’s make a list | |
| Of all those gone that we still miss | |
| Let’s make a list of what they believed | |
| And we still do | |
| Like living first and working last | |
| And beating the day before it’s past | |
| Like what’s mine is yours, man | |
| And what’s yours is mine | |
| I think I’ll stay here getting older | |
| And angrier | |
| And getting louder with each passing day | |
| And think about old friends | |
| And all that I have learned from them | |
| They may have moved on, man | |
| But we’ll all be gone someday |
| Best friends day, well, it came and went | |
| And not without incident | |
| On the hill they' re all moving in | |
| But I don' t care much | |
| I' m dodging branches from Maple trees | |
| They' ve stolen heavy and steady sleep | |
| They seized every city street | |
| With tuition bought full dirt | |
| And I sat at the river with Ronnie | |
| Watching the Cormorants | |
| And the Osprey diving for their prey | |
| He asked about old friends | |
| I said, I ain' t seen none of them | |
| He' s said, they' re all transient, man | |
| And their footprints they washed away | |
| Still I walk this town | |
| Hoping to get lost some how | |
| It seems by now though I' ve smoothed a path in every side walk | |
| It' s all painted black and gold | |
| Black tar where once stood homes | |
| Gold in the hand of each student based franchise | |
| And I sat at the river with Ronnie | |
| Watching the Cormorants | |
| And the Osprey diving for their prey | |
| He asked about old friends | |
| I said, I ain' t seen none of them | |
| He said, how' d you get here, man? | |
| And why' d you stay? | |
| Come on brother, let' s make a list | |
| Of all those gone that we still miss | |
| Let' s make a list of what they believed | |
| And we still do | |
| Like living first and working last | |
| And beating the day before it' s past | |
| Like what' s mine is yours, man | |
| And what' s yours is mine | |
| I think I' ll stay here getting older | |
| And angrier | |
| And getting louder with each passing day | |
| And think about old friends | |
| And all that I have learned from them | |
| They may have moved on, man | |
| But we' ll all be gone someday |