You didn't have to be afraid, you know.
It isn't that different now.
My respect for you hasn't changed
I'll still see you once in a while.
But maybe that's just it
Maybe "once in a while"
snuck up on both of us a little bit.
How I put off saying goodbye
and it had to be last minute.
How I said, "But I can't sleep!"
And you said, "It'll get better."
How I said, "I don't know if I'm ready to go."
And you said, "But aren't you ready to go away from home?"
And I thanked you for your help
And you said it was nothing
But if you ask me,
it was the best kind of nothing.
Let me take you back
To who I was...
People didn't know
what my voice sounded like
I didn't trust it enough
to speak much, those days.
Slowly you conned me into talking
I never could resist answering a question.
Then you taught me to listen.
You're some kind of magician
because at that point I loved talking so much
that sometimes, I couldn't shut up.
And as I began to listen to you
I started to listen to other people too.
And if you listen to people,
really listen to them,
they'll become your friends.
So you can say it was nothing,
Because it worked out to be
just about everything to me.