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