sometimes my mind is a big bully grabbing this moment from my hands never satisfied never truly willing how it got so stubborn i refuse to understand ive got a friend who calls me on the road sings me songs and asks me how im doing ive got a friend makes light of my load she builds me up when im in ruins she builds me up when im in ruins yellow flower rusty red tin roof its a waking dream im living proof will i make ends meet will i meet my end if i meet my maker will he like my friends ive got a friend who calls me when shes sad says she needs someone to make her smile ive got a friend who never calls me back and hes still my friend though its been a while yeah it sure has been a while sometimes my mind is an army general stomping around making demands though it tries its never fully able to lay down that sword and give up command to ditch the chore of making plans to stop keeping score with every glance to dare the floor and really dance