I know you’ll call me when you need a friend
You know I’ll be here to the bitter end
Days seem so long now with you gone from sight
Where is the balance of holding and flight
My heart’s a forest of questions unheard
You turn your face from the core of my hurt
Why don’t you hear me when my tide is low
Why don’t you call when my going is slow
Why don’t you hear me and tell me you’ll stay
Maybe you’ll find me like summer follows spring
Perhaps we’ll wake to the joy love can bring
Right here together, loving so free
Chorus
I hope you’ll call me when you need a friend
You know I’ll be here to the bitter end
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