Empty Room

Silence fills this empty room.No more thrills to consume. This mind’s been workin’ awful hard, Clock’s been tickin’ since the start.

It won’t be easy to get yourself out of this. You better let somebody in but you won’t relent. You better let somebody in…

Runnin’ and hidin’ and chasin’ the ride, You will miss the most high. Whenever you’re feeling low, You’ve got a friend in me you know.

Winter blues, Sunday afternoons, Wishin’ the sun, would come out soon. People change, drift away, But that’s alright, cause I’m here to stay.

It won’t be easy to get yourself out of this. You better let somebody in and I won’t pretend. You better let somebody in…

Runnin’ and hidin’ and chasin’ the ride, You will miss the most high. Whenever you’re feeling low, You’ve got a friend in me you know.

You’ve got a friend in me you know.