John, you were right
I should have listened to you that night, darlin'
You're a friend of mine
You're a friend of mine

But how does that go
You don't enunciate when you're stoned, darlin'
Little light of mine
Little light of mine

Just give me some sort of substance

Given that we
Have friended up since we were 13, darlin'
Shouldn't I know
Where your mind goes

It blows in the wind, debating
How much to share with
What's the other choice?
Trying to save your voice?

Just give me some sort of substance
Something I can get lost in, oh
Just give me some sort of substance
Something I can get lost in, oh
John, you were right
One hundred days I'd trade for that night, darlin'
Not that I would say
A word of it today, oh

Why's it so hard to say what
Lives in our hearts?
It's a trait I share
Quiet everywhere