(Please, somebody help me
Take me away from here
Everybody needs a friend
They used to call me Book
They used to call me Hazel)

You sip your morning coffee, you read your morning paper
(sinners sinister nosing in the business section)
Down at the office, you imagine the lovers in cheap disguise,
cubicle cubists and lost arts of architecture

Can't free yourself from it all
Can't free your cell from the wall

Lying across you, with a broken and battered and twisted eye,
is a child who is lacking an invitation
Spying the doorstep, you are lifted, elated, but suffering
from a patient come down with "the speculation"

Can't free yourself from it all
Can't free your cell from the wall

You gotta listen to me, man,
you're a lover and the leader of a revolution!
You gotta take it or leave it,
this is your moment, your chance to pull the alarm
You gotta listen to me, man,
you're a fighter, not a runner from a real solution
You know you might be alone, man,
you gotta leave 'em to each other, gotta lead 'em from harm

Everybody needs a friend
Everybody needs a friend
So if you've been failing,
call, call me

They used to call me Book
They used to call me Hazel
because you can read me (open and read)
but you're never ever gonna decide who I am

So if you don't know who you are,
don't let the world decide for you.
Just take your time