Nothing To Do

You were once my best friend
A crooked cross that hung above my head
The whites of water sure to flow over my head
were down the drain once I heard your voice

Lord I know you're right
But your hands are tied
I've got nothing to do with you

You were once my best man
But time and space would replace all we had
Your subtle voice was no match for our room fan
On hot summer nights sleepless in July

Got something to say
It's your mind that's plagued
It's got nothing to do with you

It's a coming age
Of lost not replace
It's got nothing to do with you