I know this guy, he's smart, I think he's funny
Feet on the ground,
doesn't like to live his life inside his phone
He's far from shy,
his mood is usually pretty sunny
But nowadays he spends a lot of time alone
Follows the news,
he craves great conversation He cares about the people that he meets
Or doesn't meet,
you get the blues He's got some cheer or consolation
With no best friend though now his life feels incomplete
If you met a guy like that now wouldn't you wanna help him out?
At least you'd see he ought to get the benefit of the doubt
Or a token of some human kindness you could spend
I'm asking for a friend I'm asking for a friend
He's got a wife and kids,
dad,
sister,
brother His contact list is long,
yet something's keeping
him apart It's the good life,
no way he'd trade it
for another So why's it hard for him to find that heart
to heart?
He's not looking for a lover He's not asking for the moon
You might also know someone who has a hankering to commune
And a confidential ear that they could let him bend
I'm asking for a friend I'm asking for a friend
And all the pals and gals he used to know back in the day
Boy what a day He had a heyday
Where did everybody go?
Some passed away
Some just don't pass this way Mayday, mayday
I know him well,
we go way back together But even I sometimes just cannot fathom him
at all He's in a shell and now he's got me wondering
whether I am enough to help him cracking through the wall
Is it something that he does or is it something that he did?
Well it's hard to be objective now,
cause who am I trying to kid?
And I guess I've really got no reason
to pretend That I'm asking for a friend
If I admit it to myself,
can I reverse the trend?
I am asking for a friend I am asking for a friend
I am asking for a friend
I am asking for a friend