No friend of mine
No friend of mine is asking for forgotten time
Up in silence like some violent vine
That's wrapped itself around my neck
It's growing fine

A type of new disease
I will break the chain
The train is moving faster
As it seems to run away
But I will follow into vast great plains
Through fields (?) , crisis people, grass and grain

There's been times when, I slip and fell
I hit my head hard and the blood it did spill
But your big hands held, to lift me up again
Once on my feet
You sent me back to myself