Dan Ramström - Friend of the Bones Lyrics

I met an actor, guitar hid behind his door
Lent it to me after taught me these three chords

I met a climber ten steps down the convent hall
Brushed teeth together, swapping stories by the bathroom stall

Are you a friend of the heart?
Or a friend of the road?
Since you came in I've been aching to know

I met a fighter who hugged me tighter than most
Warm as a fire burning a bit too close

Are you a friend of the heart?
Or a friend of the road?
Since you came in I've been aching for a true friend of the bones

Father told me, "In the city
It's naive to believe people you meet
Will see you, reach out, and fit like a glove
They're busy running in the long run
Search New York with a fine-toothed comb
Every heart and every road
Find what I found long ago
You are your own friend of the bones"