Lletres: Status Quo. Forty-Five Hundred Times.

There's nobody on the end of my line
I'm in time but somebody's missing
Maybe I can find a hand for my hand
If I find a well for my wishing
Be my friend, be my friend

It gets lonely on a table for two
Laughing on your own can be no fun
Even people that are talking to you
Remind you that you're really with no one
Be my friend, be my friend

Take me over like a thing from the past
Lots of people wishing they'd been there
No one knowing just how long it would last
But I'm sitting still here in my chair
Be my friend, be my friend

Forty-five hundred times I told you how much I care
Forty-five hundred times I told you how much I care
Problems halved are the problems that we can share
White lies in our eyes, together, not really there

Forty-five hundred times I told you, you can lean on me
Forty-five hundred times I told you, you can lean on me
Though it's taken a long time for you to see
Where we're at is the right place for us to be

I sure want to stay here, it sure feels fine
I feel I could be here a long, long time
Now that I've made it, I don't want to fade it
Now that I've made it with you

We came a long way, a slow way too
Up from the down way and back to you
Now that I've made it, I don't want to fade it
Now that I've made it with you