Hello Failure...my old friend Pleased to see you once again You show up when I least expect it Teaching lessons of scars collected Like the Reaper, most call you grim I choose to open the door and let you in We meet each other with a wry, grin Hello Failure...my old friend Pleased to see you once again You’ve taught me hard more times than I can count Lessons I ignored until they burned me out I flew like Icarus, too proud, too high Crashed into the deep and quenched the fire Graveyard of ideas on the ocean floor Too many to count, not keeping score Still wouldn’t be here without you once more Hello Failure...my old friend Pleased to see you once again We can call them successful failures But I’d rather have failures full of success Pure luck is success with no scars One day we’ll dig that treasure up— Satisfaction in the crown of all this toil And the quiet knowing it’s still chasing wind (Ecclesiastes) And on that day, old friend, we can finally rest One of these days I’m bound to see you soon One of these days I hope you find someone new One of these days I’ll be singing my own tune One of these days, Failure One of these days Hello Failure, my old friend…
