My friends, I really never thought you'd go
But then we know that's the way it happens here
Now time is like cat's cradle in my hands
And I gather up the strands much too slowly
The refugees are gone
They take their separate paths
Obliterate the past
Figures in an ash shroud
Susie, I guess you're on your way to be a star
But I don't know where you are
The only time I seem to see you's on the TV
Yes, it's so easy just to slip away
And Mike, it's a year or two since I've seen you
I might have dropped you a line if I'd had time or the will
It's my fault too
I play a hermit's role
Of cars and stages, wages, super-soul
Hardly ever seem to get outside these days
And so, dear friends, as we grow on we feel to grow away
Can only live in the hope that some day it will all return
But it's so easy just to slip away
Easy just to slip away