I can hear the wind whippin' through your cell phone Walking from the train back home Man, you sound just like you did a couple weeks back: Buddy are you doing alright? Can you tell me 'bout the pressure that you're under Do you think i'd understand Does the terror ever give away to wonder Something you could hold in your hand I wish there was something i could do to help you But i know it's all on you I'd love nothing more than to take on your pain But that is something i can't do I remember how the four of us would sleep in Living in a tent in your room We were living life as natural outlaws Living by the light of our truth Art was easy as the early morning air flow Didn't need to know what came next Heart was like a loving cup, a living promise Morning after beautiful rest You took me into your home Showed me a real good time How could i ever hope to repay you?