John, you were right

I should have listened to you that night, darlin'

You're a friend of mine

You're a friend of mine

But how does that go

You don't enunciate when you're stoned, darlin'

Little light of mine

Little light of mine

Just give me some sort of substance

Given that we

Have friended up since we were 13, darlin'

Shouldn't I know

Where your mind goes

It blows in the wind, debating

How much to share with

What's the other choice?

Trying to save your voice?

Just give me some sort of substance

Something I can get lost in, oh

Just give me some sort of substance

Something I can get lost in, oh

John, you were right

One hundred days I'd trade for that night, darlin'

Not that I would say

A word of it today, oh

Why's it so hard to say what

Lives in our hearts?

It's a trait I share

Quiet everywhere