Joe Walsh - Class Of '65 Lyrics
Well I got a letter from a high school friendWho I never really know that well, he wrote meAnd the mothball letter on a blue and white sweaterFrom the Class of '65 got me planning, planningStanding in a room full of faces (in a room), I knew them allBut I could not place the names with the facesNow converstaion makes me nervousI just smile and nod alongWhen it comes to telling stories, I could go on and onI went downstars to straighten my tieLaid on a table I chance to pass by were some storiesOn some notebook paper from some high school friendsAnd they all had tales to tellAnd they all sent pictures of their familiesAnd the stories read so wellI just stood there and pretended I had something in my eyeAnd the tears fell on the lettersI had to, sorry we missed ya, maybe next timeTell everyone I said hi, hiFrom the Class of '65, hiFrom the Class of '65, hi