Up the hill to a vacant lot 
There's nothing to see 
Walk the pillars to settle in 
And find that you've turned from me 
You're the cup and you're the drink 
That keeps swimming up north through the stream 
I'm the raft that got filled with sand 
That keeps knocking about in the drain 
My hands are laid out to persuade a gathering 
Hair is polished and shiny trim 
Just keep a friend in me