| A Friend To You |
|---|
| Day after day |
| I wonder why |
| This still should be |
| Any kind of surprise; |
| Nothing has changed |
| When I open my eyes — |
| I’m just a friend… |
| I’m just a friend to you |
| Tables are turned |
| End over end |
| And this is a room |
| Where no love has been; |
| And no love lives now |
| And, though I pretend — |
| I’m just a friend… |
| I’m just a friend to you |
| You turned to me |
| Without knowing how |
| I always was there |
| And am, even now; |
| Taking your arm |
| When you would allow |
| Whenever a bitter wind blew… |
| And blow, it still does |
| In rings around my bed |
| And plays through the trees |
| That twist in my head; |
| I live to be more |
| But instead — |
| I’m just a friend… |
| I’m just a friend to you |
| Why must I grieve |
| Like something was lost |
| Like the light had gone out |
| Where our streets would cross; |
| Though this was always |
| Our way when we walked |
| This isn’t a street that goes through… |
| I wouldn’t change |
| The words that I spoke |
| Though they haunt me now |
| Like clothes smell of smoke; |
| They lay on the floor |
| In this room where I woke |
| Alone, just a friend… |
| Just a friend to you |
