No End, Just Friend
© 1988

I don't go out much anymore
When you're away in the evenings
I sit at home with my dreamings
Such a bore
There's nothing more
When you're not here
I've got the time
To write a couple of songs or
Get in shape
Or there's a desk to restore
Or improve my mind
There's always friends I could find

But when it comes to understanding
What is good for me
Like spending some time with an old friend
Who just happens to be a she
You never learn
What two can earn
As friends simplistically
Not lovers ever
Cause a different kind of happiness if free

You complicate things quite a bit
You say to you I'm getting colder
Its just that I'm sick of being older
And giving a shit
And making things fit
How could you think I'd cheat on you?
I just need to have someone to talk with
For those few things
I can't discuss with you
And it will break me in two

But when it comes to understanding
What is good for me
Like spending some time with an old friend
Who just happens to be a she
You never learn
What two can earn
As friends simplistically
Not lovers ever
Cause a different kind of happiness if free