John, you were right I should have listened to you that night, darlin' You're a friend of mine You're a friend of mine But how does that go You don't enunciate when you're stoned, darlin' Little light of mine Little light of mine Just give me some sort of substance Given that we Have friended up since we were 13, darlin' Shouldn't I know Where your mind goes It blows in the wind, debating How much to share with What's the other choice? Trying to save your voice? Just give me some sort of substance Something I can get lost in, oh Just give me some sort of substance Something I can get lost in, oh John, you were right One hundred days I'd trade for that night, darlin' Not that I would say A word of it today, oh Why's it so hard to say what Lives in our hearts? It's a trait I share Quiet everywhere