| Song | A Friend to You |
| Artist | Joe Henry |
| Album | Short Man's Room |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Henry | |
| Day after day | |
| I wonder why | |
| This still should be | |
| Any kind of surprise; | |
| Nothing has changed | |
| When I open my eyes — | |
| I’m just a friend… | |
| I'm just a friend to you. | |
| Tables are turned | |
| End over end | |
| And this is a room | |
| Where no love has been; | |
| And no love lives now | |
| And, though I pretend — | |
| I’m just a friend… | |
| I'm just a friend to you. | |
| You turned to me | |
| Without knowing how | |
| I always was there | |
| And am, even now; | |
| Taking your arm | |
| When you would allow, | |
| Whenever a bitter wind blew... | |
| And blow, it still does | |
| In rings around my bed | |
| And plays through the trees | |
| That twist in my head; | |
| I live to be more | |
| But instead — | |
| I’m just a friend… | |
| I'm just a friend to you. | |
| Why must I grieve | |
| Like something was lost, | |
| Like the light had gone out | |
| Where our streets would cross; | |
| Though this was always | |
| Our way when we walked, | |
| This isn't a street that goes through... | |
| I wouldn’t change | |
| The words that I spoke, | |
| Though they haunt me now | |
| Like clothes smell of smoke; | |
| They lay on the floor | |
| In this room where I woke | |
| Alone, just a friend… | |
| Just a friend to you. |
| zuo ci : Henry | |
| Day after day | |
| I wonder why | |
| This still should be | |
| Any kind of surprise | |
| Nothing has changed | |
| When I open my eyes | |
| I' m just a friend | |
| I' m just a friend to you. | |
| Tables are turned | |
| End over end | |
| And this is a room | |
| Where no love has been | |
| And no love lives now | |
| And, though I pretend | |
| I' m just a friend | |
| I' m just a friend to you. | |
| You turned to me | |
| Without knowing how | |
| I always was there | |
| And am, even now | |
| Taking your arm | |
| When you would allow, | |
| Whenever a bitter wind blew... | |
| And blow, it still does | |
| In rings around my bed | |
| And plays through the trees | |
| That twist in my head | |
| I live to be more | |
| But instead | |
| I' m just a friend | |
| I' m just a friend to you. | |
| Why must I grieve | |
| Like something was lost, | |
| Like the light had gone out | |
| Where our streets would cross | |
| Though this was always | |
| Our way when we walked, | |
| This isn' t a street that goes through... | |
| I wouldn' t change | |
| The words that I spoke, | |
| Though they haunt me now | |
| Like clothes smell of smoke | |
| They lay on the floor | |
| In this room where I woke | |
| Alone, just a friend | |
| Just a friend to you. |
| zuò cí : Henry | |
| Day after day | |
| I wonder why | |
| This still should be | |
| Any kind of surprise | |
| Nothing has changed | |
| When I open my eyes | |
| I' m just a friend | |
| I' m just a friend to you. | |
| Tables are turned | |
| End over end | |
| And this is a room | |
| Where no love has been | |
| And no love lives now | |
| And, though I pretend | |
| I' m just a friend | |
| I' m just a friend to you. | |
| You turned to me | |
| Without knowing how | |
| I always was there | |
| And am, even now | |
| Taking your arm | |
| When you would allow, | |
| Whenever a bitter wind blew... | |
| And blow, it still does | |
| In rings around my bed | |
| And plays through the trees | |
| That twist in my head | |
| I live to be more | |
| But instead | |
| I' m just a friend | |
| I' m just a friend to you. | |
| Why must I grieve | |
| Like something was lost, | |
| Like the light had gone out | |
| Where our streets would cross | |
| Though this was always | |
| Our way when we walked, | |
| This isn' t a street that goes through... | |
| I wouldn' t change | |
| The words that I spoke, | |
| Though they haunt me now | |
| Like clothes smell of smoke | |
| They lay on the floor | |
| In this room where I woke | |
| Alone, just a friend | |
| Just a friend to you. |