some time ago i had a friend
a friend without compare
we plied our rhyme and killed our time
building our thoroughfare

we spent our nights in solitude
for lack of what we spent
we stayed in bed and lied til dead
and slept on words unsent

we spoke our slang, i later found
one night in bed we lie
my head, it stayed, that night, in bed,
and since i've been 'long for the ride

some time ago i had a friend
with whom i'd lie in bed
then i'd woken to lies unspoken;
my friend lies in my head

i look back now at all the lies
told to me at the end
beyond mine eyes, to my surprise
the bed was my true friend