"Once a close friend, now a stranger. Where the wind blows, you'll survive. You won't ever have to leave before midnight, one more fool go stay the night. If you try to find a reason, happiness could ease your mind; what you're looking for is sometimes what you came from and it's been there all the time. But if old enough could be bold enough when you're losing the show, and if young enough was strong enough to know, of all the things that I might do I will never try to write this song for you. And it's not called Angel."