Knock it off, give me a break
Nobody wants to hear about your complaint
You're starting to sound just like an old station
Singing dreadful songs about the pouring rain
Get up, get out from bed, yeah, I'll help you out
I'm still round here, I won't go anywhere

In time, you'll find the best friend in your life
And it won't be a warm six pack
Or that cheap bottle filled with wine

You said to me: it's so much weight
Over my shoulders, I cannot handle it again
It seems, that you forgot even how to shout
Well, you might face your mirror
And have a chat in out loud
Stand up, wake up, you got to learn how to walk again
That's no big deal, use your own feet
And then, you follow straight

In time, you'll find the best friend in your life
And it won't be a warm six pack
Or a cheap bottle filled with wine
Drop off that bottle filled with wine