Track 2 of the album Two Mugs · 2017
Raise a Cup to the Old Friends
“Paper cups, guitars and the canteen steps. It's the toast we make at every show.”
xinyao · campus singalong · xinyao-style folk · 3:00
Lyrics
We sat out on the canteen steps With guitars and paper cups Wrote our songs on napkins Sang them to the pups Of the stray cats by the car park Who never seemed to mind Our crooked harmonies and our hopes Of the world we'd find Raise a cup to the old friends Who knew us when we were young Raise a cup to the songs we wrote And the choruses we sung Though the years have gone like swallows And the roads have pulled us far Raise a cup to the old friends You're still the best of who we are Now there are grey hairs in the photos And the phone calls come less But when we gather round the table Time forgets to press Somebody finds a chord we knew And we start again Voices a little rougher now But the same old refrain Raise a cup to the old friends Who knew us when we were young Raise a cup to the songs we wrote And the choruses we sung Though the years have gone like swallows And the roads have pulled us far Raise a cup to the old friends You're still the best of who we are Thank you for the lending Of a shoulder and a tune For the long and patient listening Under a hanging moon Whatever comes tomorrow Whatever time may take We keep these songs between us And we'll sing for old time's sake Raise a cup to the old friends Who knew us when we were young Raise a cup to the songs we wrote And the choruses we sung Though the years have gone like swallows And the roads have pulled us far Raise a cup to the old friends You're still the best of who we are Raise a cup to the old friends You're still the best of who we are