You call me a fair-weather friend, that’s not true
I am here for you
Though times are hard for me too, I don’t like being blue
So often I seem cold to you, but I am always there for you
I don’t always say warm words, I tell home truths too much
I try to bring humour in and it makes me seem out of touch
I sit and listen to your woes and I sit and listen quietly
It doesn’t mean that my “Oks” make me take your problems lightly
I can’t let your problems become mine; I can’t get too involved
I don’t have the energy or the time, especially when your problems are old
I tell you time again, how you can mend your pains
But you just carry on your path and it often drives me insane
So when I don’t call or say too much, think about my life too
Think about how I sit and listen and that I am there for you
How I try not to talk about my own anger and pains
How I listen dutifully when your cries are always the same
How I hear the same thing over and over again
And I’ve not yet gone completely away
Is it fair then to say…
You’re a fair-weathered friend?
Well, Okay!