verse 1 My home videos won't mean a thing in fifty years That day will come and all I've done will render forgotten Old VHS tapes, the broken arm and the baby My first bike ride when my dad told me he wouldn't let go of the seat VHS videos, "Here he is, the man of my dreams" Now those tapes, that meant everything to me, aren't even fit for a yard sale It hurts When friends are hurting And my friends are hurting verse 2 N.C. Look below the surface, do you see the N.C. spawning salmon? Unaware, or well aware, they're living and dying Feel the money magic, the forest like a couch Can you forget those days of vast daring, lone poplar five dollar bills? It hurts When friends are hurting And my friends are hurting It hurts When friends are hurting Now my friends are hurting Instrumental Outro It hurts When friends are hurting It hurts When friends are hurting Now my friends are hurting End on