Friend Machine

One touch
Look away
And as far as I can tell
I can’t defend myself

Before you know my name
I can’t defend myself
I was an open book
All the weight of the spine

To the cold curbside
I need a friend machine to help me outside
And tomorrow comes
And they all stop singing along
I need a friend machine to help me just to last the night

I look for deliverance but
I’m living under some kind of spell
I can’t defend myself

It’s just an itch
There in the bottom of the mind
Come out with it
You make me wonder all the time
Are you listening, friend?
Will you tend to me and I’ll tend

To the cold curbside
I need a friend machine to help me outside
And tomorrow comes
And they all stop singing along
I need a friend machine to help me just to last the night