Friended

All that is left in the city Is how I ever felt for you An iron desk in the desert Writing a hollow tune Now I'm back on the lonesome road again But where I'm bound depends on where you're at I never got to see your place But plenty miles I'm near your face On the phone, that heavyweight in doubt Friends, not friends It measured futile loss All that is left in this scenery A station without any folks Where big hearts get bigger And fear is the only love Yet I am here to wrap-up dreadful nights Northern piers, contorted borderline All that is left in the city, This city.. Uh, uh Oh, my thinking years behind Oh, my, uh Foreign tide Oh, my, uh All that is left in this city Is how you ever wanted it to be Could either blossom or wither Refacing a-glowing seas And I appear amid the thin red line Silver hikes in busted Broadway light Set me up in fire, Set me up in fire 'Til I get along Hear me up in phase, Heal me up in place 'Til I get along Hold me up afar, Hold me up afar 'Til I get along...