When I was a young boy
Mother sat me down
Told me how
Good men stumble
Trip and tumble
Turn on in
Lose old friends
Days I squander
Stone I wander
High and low
No place to go
'till you showed up
Out of, no love
I'm not going
Anywhere
When your dreams fall through
I'll be there for you
Everybody
Needs someone
To count on you
Can count on me
Everybody
Needs someone
To count on
Can I count on you?
And when I'm dead and gone
As you carry on
When your dreams come true
You'll know what to do