Best Friend Lyrics

I don't have a guitar in my hand

And I don't have a best friend

And my sleep schedule does me in

And I think of you from my eyes opening

To my days end

An old man walks down the street

When he falls no one notices him

He lays on the concrete staring at

The sky dreaming of what once was

What could have been

Where is she now?

He thinks

He smiles

He once had a best friend

That picture of me on a

Red boat made of paper

Riding out the storm

My soul left my body

And entered that picture

My body stayed behind

Envious of my soul