Oh my friend
The voice that you hear in your head
Will not disappear
No matter how many people you make
Say the words that you want them to say
No matter how many cheer you on
You can't still that voice.
Oh my friend
The voice that you hear in your head
Will not evaporate
No matter how many bullies hurt you
And I know that they did 'cause they hurt me too
No matter how much retribution you get
You can't still that voice
You will still hear the still small voice,
Still small voice
Come home, come home,
You who are weary, come home
Oh my friend
You may think that I don't understand
That I've never been shoulder-deep in the quicksand
That I can't comprehend what the darkness demands…but I do
And I know that you can't still that
voice
You will still hear the still small voice,
Still small voice
Come home, come home,
You who are weary, come home;
Oh my friend
The voice that you hear in your head
Will not fade away
No matter how many millions you move
There will always be someone who doesn't approve
No matter how many you put the lid on
And even when they're gone
And you are all alone
You will still hear the still small voice, still small voice, still small voice…