Call your old friends
I think by now you know what youth is:
It’s the time before you know the world is ruthless.
You’re still a windblown little seedling
And you don’t know where you are or what you’re feeling.
Call your old friends, tell them you love them,
Tell them no one knows you like they know you.
Call your old friends, tell them you love them
And you will love them whatever else they go through.
Your surroundings may well worsen
But it takes one to know one good person.
When I met you I was empowered,
You know being shy is not the same as being a coward.
Call your old friends, tell them you love them,
Tell them no one knows you like they know you.
Call your old friends, tell them you love them
And you will love them whatever else they go through.
You know the lone tree is the sorest
So you taught me how to live among the forest
Now find that number you haven’t dialed
Since you were halfway between a grownup and a child
Call your old friends, tell them you love them,
Tell them no one knows you like they know you.
Call your old friends, tell them you love them
And you will love them whatever else they go through.