There was a time when they were good friends
Then they got paid and they got old and they let it end
The police lost track of who was holding who up
Got stuck in the mud, then they lost the whole truck
You could say they got bad luck and that's saying enough

So long if you're sailing on
Pack your things and get on your way
When you feel you don't belong, play a friendly song
Then at least you'll have a little something to sing

It's hard to be a duo, it's hard to be a trio
It's even harder to be a quartet
I'm told that going alone
Is just about as hard as it gets

All the little baby girls and the dig beating boys
Just staring up at the sky
Hands full without a care in the world
No reason to ask why

There's a meter for this or a measure for that
You could repaint the view in only white and black
But once you make that mark
There's no taking it back, you see

As you build a new life you tear the old one down
And the past could chase you from city to town
You could talk like my eagles about what goes down
Or you could sing

If it feels good, let it feel good to you
If it feels good, let it feel good to you
If it feels good, just let it feel good to you
If it feels good, let it feel good to you

So it's so long, you're sailing on
Pack your things and get on your way
If you feel you don't belong play a friendly song
Then at least you'll have a little something to sing

And if it feels good, let it feel good to you
If it feels good, let it feel good to you
If it feels good, just let it feel good to you
If it feels good, let it feel good to you