Come in and greet my new friend, he's a loner Don't fool yourself he's not what you call a stoner He's idle He doesn't talk that much but he can surely find The weakness in your eyes And stay truthful to you Unlike any others you might know Would you ever hold his hand and feel the pain? Things will never be the same Now that he pulled you through ♪ Lean in, and listen to my friend, he's much older The stories he tells are way more gripping and clever But he's idle He doesn't show affection, but he surely tries Can't you see it in his eyes? They're looking through you You might wanna learn to let go Would you ever lay a hand and heal the pain? Things will never be the same His morning dreams came true