I hear the voice of an old friend, nHe calls to menWhen I am subduednLoud as day, I hear this voice nCall to me in distressnWhat to do, I feel the presence of anothernnAs I walk through nThe house where he once livednHe means no harm, nComes to me when confusednHelps to relieve doubt, nLead me through ups and downs, nI call him a friendnnMy one true friend, nAlways there to helpnMe through my darknessnWhat to do, I feel the presencenNothing, nothing, nothing, nothing