John, you were right

I should have listened to you that night, darling

You're a friend of mine, oh

You're a friend of mine, oh yeah

But how does that go?

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

Little light of mine, oh

Little light of mine

Just give me some sort of substance

Given that we

Had friended up since we were thirteen, darling

Shouldn't I know

Where your mind goes? Oh

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, ooh

Just give me some sort of substance

Something I can get lost in, oh, ooh

John, you were right

A hundred days I'd trade for that night, darling

Not that I would say

A word of it today, oh yeah

Why's it so hard to say what

Lives in our hearts?

It's a trade I share

Quiet everywhere, oh