Tekster: Jack Johnson. Brushfire Fairytales. Losing Hope.

I got a faulty parachute, I got a stranger's friend
An excitin' change in my butchers blend
A symbol on the ceilin' with the flick of a switch
Yeah, my new found hero an' the enemy's ditchin'

Well somebody's something was left in the room
And now that its gone well of course we assume
That somebody else needed something so bad
That they took everything somebody had

Losin' hope is easy
When your only friend is gone
And every time you look around
Well it all, it all just seems to change

The mark was left, man, it's never the same
Next time that you shoot make sure that you aim
Open windows with passin' cars
A brand new night with the same old stars

Losin' hope is easy
When your only friend is gone
And every time you look around
Well it all, it all just seems to change

Feed the fool a piece of the pie
Make a fool of his system, make a fool of his mind
Give him bottles of lies and maybe he'll find
His place in Heaven 'cause he might just die

Losin' hope is easy
When your only friend is gone
And every time you look around
Well it all, it all just seems to change

But hangin' on is easy
When you've got a friend to call
When nothin's makin' sense at all
You're not the only one who's afraid of change