Intro: ) My friends have different points of view ( And some are cynical, and some are just confused by the issues Sometimes we fight for days and days ( Until I can't recall what I was trying to say in the first place But for better or for worse Whether whispering secrets, or shouting 'till my voice is hoarse Of all the friends I've made And all the lost debates Bm~~ There's none that I would trade D~~~ For anything ( (