Step one you say, "We need to talk."
He walks, you say, "Sit down, it’s just a talk."
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on througth
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
....
As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
"Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you’ve followed."
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he’ll say he’s just not the same
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend.....
He walks, you say, "Sit down, it’s just a talk."
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on througth
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
....
As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
"Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you’ve followed."
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he’ll say he’s just not the same
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend.....