Maybe you've heard, your ole buddy's gone crazy

Searching for words, too deep, sweet reason and rhyme

Living alone, more and more and he's prone to be lazy

Turning to stone, blasted and blind. Chorus:

Don't turn away there, hey, goddamn you, he was your brother

Turn on your father, sister, mother, brother

He was your friend. Don't you condemn him, leave it to strangers

You ought to know him, give him a hand, if you can

But at least for jesus christ's sake, understand him. Maybe you've heard that they say that the lady's been changing

Day after day, more than her mind

Learning to play, where the part has her turning to strangers

Going too far, line after line. Chorus:

Don't turn away there - hey - goddamn you, you used to love her

Turn on your father, sister, mother, mister

She was your friend. Don't you condemn her, leave it to strangers

You ought to know her, give her a hand, if you can

But at least for jesus christ's sake, understand her.