He was never a rebel,
More of a friend-kind-a-guy
We all thought we knew him
We thought he was fine
She was married in summer
She was blue in the fall
She was longing for winter
To cover it all
I know it's tempting to give in
When your voice is lost in the howling wind
You're pushing away from a course, but you're standing still
When just getting through makes a decent day
And you're overcome by the price you pay
Even when you feel there's not much more to say
We'll keep on going till night turns to day
Got a call from my best friend
He was fighting the dread
I could hear he was shaking
And here's what he said
I've been down in the darkness
I have crawled on the ground
But I've learned how to walk here
Till I come back around