I had a friend named Michael
I went a couple times with his family to Church
One time he collapsed on the church floor
He had a seizure there before the lord
His parents said the Jesus would return
Very soon and his father sold all his bonds
He filled their basement with provisions, He invested all his money in silver
They didn't understand their son, kicked him out at seventeen
He said I'm gonna lose my heart
I'm gonna lose my faith
I'm gonna lose my life before I break
I knew a man wise and short
He told me of when he left home, grabbed his car and headed for New York
He had just opened the car door
When thugs attacked from all round, beat him with a pipe down to the floor
Covered with blood and without a car
He crawled past people off to work, got seen by a busker on guitar
The busker said sit by me, try to keep warm
He Played the Only Living Boy In New York
And my friend said
I'm gonna lose my heart
I'm gonna lose my face
I'm gonna lose my life before I break
How do you live when life refuses to give?
How do you live when life refuses to give a damn?
I met a girl from far away
We met a bar went back to her place
She had left home for Montreal
She showed me her poetry and cuts over her arms
She told me she was in pain
If she hadn't run into me she said she might have killed herself today
She picked up her guitar and started to play
I thought, "Imagine if she died, so much emotion left to waste away"
She said
I'm gonna lose my heart
I'm gonna lose all faith
I'm probably gonna lose my life
If that's the price to pay
I'm gonna lose my heart
I'm gonna lose my faith
I'm gonna lose my life before I break