My Friends

My friends have different points of view
And some are cynical and some are just confused by the issues

Sometimes we fight for days and days
Until I can't recall what I was trying to say in the first place

But for better or for worse
Whether whispering secrets or shouting til my voice is hoarse

Chorus:
Of all the friends I've made
And all the lost debates
There's none that I would trade
For anything

(Whistling)