My friend, he wasn't raised to believe
And I do most of the talking when we leave
Though I can know why he's feeling all alone
There's nothing I can do to help him if he won't
Let love in a little
We both believe it's the fire that makes the trust
Why then doesn't it seem to be enough?
A chip on his shoulder so wide you won't believe
Now I don't know when to sigh and when to breathe
Is this what I want or what is expected of me?
My friend, he plays the drums all the time
And I hope he can find loving down the line
We both know just the extent to which he lies
But I can't help but love him 'cause he tries
Would you love him a little?