Friends

It's 3am, and you're still hanging out in the park with you best friends, wide awake.. or sort of, you know, your eyelids are little heavy, but you don't know if you're actually tired.. or if it's the effect of the beers you had a little earlier. Nevertheless, no matter how worn out you might've felt this morning, last night.. you're feeling energetic, refreshed.

I'm sure we've all lived this same experience--or something along the same lines of it--at some point in our lives. And we all know how great it is.

So you're sitting there, joking around, making fun of each other at first, then, all of a sudden, you're deep in conversation about life, about the future. You ask each other about school, family.. about each other's latest news in the love department. And sometimes, there is much to say, and others, you just seem to be repeating yourselves over and over again. But nobody notices it. Or at least nobody's bothered by it. You talk and you talk, and somewhere, somehow, you realise that you don't really know much of anything.. even if you're older now, and adulthood seems to be approaching so fast. You feel a little scared, a little uncertain, a little like a child who's looking for a hand to hold, to guide the way for you.

But it's okay, caus we're all there together, all feeling the same way. We don't have the perfect answers, and we can't promise anything. But we're all here, able to talk to each other, to laugh together, and maybe, sometimes, to cry on each other's shoulder.

Thinking about the future, you can't help wondering if these people you love will still be around you in ten years. Will they be at your wedding? Will their kids get along with yours? Will we still be so close, so honest with each other?

Then again, there's no use thinking of all that. What matters is that right now, at this very moment, we're together, we're friends. The feelings it brings us, the laughs and sighs we share today. It's what counts, what shapes our tomorrow, what we will hopefully remember and most definitely, what we oughta treasure.

Friends. They laugh at you, they laugh with you. The laugh at you with you. They help you paint. They help you clean. They help you stay grounded. They help you make decisions. They help you get away. And friends? They're not family. They're not boy/girlfriends. There's nothing to bind you together forever. They don't have to do anything for you. They're just there because they want to, because they care... because you connect.

I shall never take them for granted. And always cherish them.

Good People

You win it's your show now
So what's it going to be?
Because people will tune in
How many train wrecks do we need to see?
Before we lose touch
And we thought this was low
Well it's bad, getting worse...

Where'd all the good people go?
I've been changing channels and I don't see them on the tv shows
Where'd all the good people go?
We've got heaps and heaps of what we sow

They got this and that with a rattle a tat
Testing, one, two, man whatcha gonna do
Bad news misused, got too much to lose
Give me some truth now, who's side are we on
Whatever you say
Turn on the boob tube, I'm in the mood to obey
So lead me astray
And by the way now...

Where'd all the good people go?
I've been changing channels and I don't see them on the tv shows
Where'd all the good people go?
We've got heaps and heaps of what we sow

Sitting around feeling far away
So far away but I can feel the debris, can you feel it?
You interrupt me from a friendly conversation
To tell me how great it's all going to be
You might notice some hesitation
Because its important to you, it's not important to me
But way down by the edge of your reason
It's beginning to show and I really want to know is...

Where'd all the good people go?
I've been changing channels and I don't see them on the tv shows
Where'd all the good people go?
We got heaps and heaps of what we sow

They got this and that with a rattle a tat
Testing one, two man whatcha gonna do
Bad news misused give me some truth
You got too much to lose
Whose side are we on today, anyway
Okay, whatever you say
Wrong and resolute but in the mood to obey
Station to station desensitizing the nation
Going, going, gone

--Jack Johnson