I often sing that one, and, here's another of the same genre:

CIRCLE OF FRIENDS
by David Mallett

I've been drinking too hard
Smoking much more
There's a face and a memory
Behind every door,
The life that you lead
Is the life that you choose
But, the games you are playing
Are the ones that I lose.

There's no time for beginning
No means to the end
And, I'm outside your circle of friends
And it's the same old sad story
Of pain in the end
And, I'm outside your circle of friends.

I went to this party, and everyone came
All the pretty young dancers
With no faces or names
But the night was soon over
And the room seemed so bare
And I'm standing here throwing
Good bys in the air.
And I feel like an oak tree that's caught in the wind
And my branches are too old to bend.

There's a ghost in the hallway
And he sings an old song
Of a soldier and a maiden
Who's love was so strong
But he died in some battle
Far over the sea
And she walks by the water
And weeps quietly
It's the same old sad story
Of pain in the end
And I'm outside your circle of friends.