a fisherman's best friend

Would you pick up the phone

If I called you

I don't want to

I don't want to

Would you talk to me

Acting so serene

Would you tell me that I've never been enough

Why'd you

Let me bleed

Said it's not your scene

Everything turns green to me

You practice what you don't preach

You let me bleed

Everything turns green it seems

I'm seasick and

A fisherman's his own best friend

Would you lie through your teeth

How you used to

You'll be far gone

When I come to

If you'd wait for me

I could say my piece

But I know that it could never be enough

Why'd you

Let me bleed

Said it's not your scene

Everything turns green to me

You practice what you don't preach

You let me bleed

Everything turns green it seems

I'm seasick and

A fisherman's his own best friend