I’d like to say I think I may have found my friend in you,
An’ I want to tell you how I fell, but know it lends no use.
I’d like to be where we could be, where I’m more than a friend,
An’ I’d love to go through, get to know you - if there lies an end.

I’d like to say I think you may have found your friend in me,
An’ I want to tell you you’re the spell surroundin’ all I see.
I’d like to rise from this tempest and part the troubled air,
Or I’d love to lie so my eyes insist I’m the one who doesn’t care.

Who ain’t the guy you more than knew was waitin’ in his cage,
Not quite the shy young squire used to play out little games.
Who ain’t the type to throw his hopes on any higher hand,
Though he always liked it when you joked of you and him as planned.

Who ain’t as quiet or as quaint as you might want to hear,
Who knows his fire ain’t as faint as that which has your ear.
Who ain't the one you’d weaken with the selling of your smile,
Though he always tried to keep you to himself for half a while.

Who ain’t as sorry or as sad as you might want to know,
Not quite the lone unlikely lad you like to throw your bones.
Who ain’t the one you may have meant those hollow words to hurt,
Though he always paid the compliments and crowed to your alert.

Who ain’t the toy whose tethers have been torn to every end,
Not quite the boy you bettered when you saw that old-time friend.
Not half the fool you took him for - nor all the one you greet,
Though he always watched you when you walked. An’ looked when you could see.

Not half the fool you took him for, Nor all the one you like,
I’m just tryin’ to escape the shores that never know the light.