Might be (your one and only friend)
by Steven Clotzman

It might be the thunder, might be the pouring rain
It might be something that you’re used to and suddenly it ain’t the same
Might be the dead of winter or maybe just the leaves of fall
Something to remind you I’m no longer at your beck and call
Well, it might be the silence growing all around your door
That lets on to the secret you’ve lost the right to ask for more
It might the beginning of a whole new way to end
When suddenly you realize you miss your one and only friend

It might your pockets overflowing with spare change
Or maybe yesterday’s bad news or the furniture just rearranged
Or it might be the few words you never seemed to understand
That without even really trying you got some extra time on your hands
Now some folks count their blessings while others pray for more
But nothing’s as misguided as longing for the days before
Might be a miracle of another long and free weekend
When suddenly you realize you miss your one and only friend

It’s seems cliché to say ignorance is the only real way to win
When the truth is indifference is the thing that always does us in
Well it might be a little late, I’m broken and I’ve got the bends
Hoping you might realize you miss your one and only friend

It might the TV or maybe just the radio
Loud and saying nothing about the way things sometimes go
But somewhere in the muddle a song will call out to you
And try as you may, denying it just won’t do
I’ve been trying to find a way to end this one happily
But the truth—and I know it—is you’re singing a new melody
I’ve been running through the list of the things I’d like to do again
If only you would realize you miss your one and only friend

If you get the urge at midnight or even in the afternoon
I’ll be dealing with the heartache of us ending it all too soon
Well, it’s probably too easy to think we now could make amends
But at least you realize you miss your one and only friend


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