When the troubles of the day Tell me my thoughts have gone astray One person still can listen Talkin' 'bout the times of life Troubles, happys, good and strife Just vaguely reminiscin' His eyes are always open Though he sometimes doesn't see The chain is never broken And he is a friend to me When I cannot find myself And wish that I were something else I listen to him talkin' A story teller from the fold And though I've heard the ones he's told The come back when I'm walkin' In the jingle jangle jungle Of things I dare not know His door is always open And I know where I can go And I know where I can go I think back to days when we were both so much younger Sometimes we really never had a lot to say, no No one ever told us growing up would be easy Maybe that's why we help each other try to find the way