He could buy you a bed, but it won't help you sleep. He could give you a watch, but not his time to keep. He could fly you to Verona or a mountain in the snow, but he won't know the places we used to go... My fair-weather friend, I wish you could see. He'll never love you quite like me. He'll sing you a sad song just like one of mine, but I know it won't make you cry.