A friend of mine stopped by,
A girl I thought long since dead,
Comes back in the flesh to find some rest,
But there never is any for her,

Black and white pictures now pass me by,
Of a girl who has yet to find,
Her shade of grey in all the tone,
Huckabee's own,

But we've both found ourselves grown,
In different ways neither of us could ever show,
But put us in a room together and watch it go,
Because we now know more about the great unknowns,
And things seemed better when we didn't.

But how smart can we be?
I still have a heart that plays like an American movie,
Many men you know do it just like me,
A circle of nonsense that sets us free,

From feeling okay,
From finding our way,
From seeing eyes with honest thoughts,
In friends like you.

You care about both her and me,
But the real trick for us three,
Is to care about ourselves enough,
To care for each other,
For once.