You were once my best friendnA crooked cross that hung above my headnThe whites of water sure to flow over my headnwere down the drain once I heard your voicennLord I know you're rightnBut your hands are tiednI've got nothing to do with younnYou were once my best mannBut time and space would replace all we hadnYour subtle voice was no match for our room fannOn hot summer nights sleepless in JulynnGot something to saynIt's your mind that's plagued nIt's got nothing to do with younnIt's a coming agenOf lost not replacenIt's got nothing to do with you