When I was a child I used to dream of an orange alien;

He’d visit me from his home on a distant star.

And sing to me in a strange, enchanting language…

Now that I’m grown, I know my True Friend will never come:

He probably can’t get time off from work.

Still I pine in my solitude for someone with whom I can share my heart.

Oh, True Friend, really to know you, and be known.

To love and to be loved,

To thrill to the song of another being,

And to sing along.

Oh True Friend…

Open your eyes, open your mind, open your heart!

Enough! Away with childish fantasies.

It’s time to get dressed for the day.

But oh, that the sun, when it rises, might shine on a virgin world:

Then would I tread, though trembling,

Then could I dance with delight,

Then could I rise from the prison of my self and my ways!

Oh True Friend…