You'll know what I mean,
if it's important to you.
Can you feel the hope
that seems to float anew?

Do you understand
the wonder of it all?
I wish... I wish...
Sometimes I wish you'd call.

There is no longer any effort,
and no longer any pain.
Just a sense of what could be,
and all that I could gain.

Can I tell you something
that you'd really like to know?
Oh, but let me guess...
You've really got to go?

I've got something inside of me,
that I'd like to share with you.
I'm sorry? What was that?
You've got better things to do?

Neither of us really know
just who it is you are,
so the idea of placing trust in you
is something quite bizarre.

Something seems to tell me,
it will be worth it in the long run,
but I begin to wonder,
if it's even possible to be done.

To speak in English, speak in tongues,
does it matter after all?
What I want to know, Lance,
is will you be there when I fall?

Don't preach to me, don't lecture me,
don't tell me how to act.
Just tell me if you'll be there,
when failure follows fact.

Sometimes we have to learn,
from our personal mistakes.
I want know, Lance,
if you've got what friendship takes.

You can't put friendship on the shelf.
You can't just think about yourself.

If you can't do it all,
do the best that you can.
And you're lying if you answer now,
'Look, I swear I am!'

I'd choose you as a friend,
any time, anywhere.
But you'd mean so much more to me,
if you'd only show you care.

I don't mean to sound selfish,
but there are others that agree.
A little more thought on others,
and less on me, me, me.