Never, EVER forgotten, my friend.
"Yes old friend we had some times
And later on the moon declined
To shine it's light so benevolently
It's grace withheld from our company
And though we went our own ways
We couldn't escape from where we came
So we find ourselves back at the table again
Tellin' stories of survivors and friends
We'd stay up all night
Tryin' to find just the right rhymes
And we were fightin' the good fight
Hangin' on to the good times" -- Little Feat