[Verse 1] My home videos won't mean a thing in fifty years That day will come and all I've done we'll render forgotten Old VHS tapes, the broken arm and the baby My first bike ride when my dad told me he wouldn't let go of the seat VHS videos, "Here he is, the man of my dreams" Now those tapes, that meant everything to me, aren't even fit for a yard sale [Chorus] It hurts When friends are hurting And my friends are hurting [Verse 2] Look below the surface, do you see the spawning salmon? Unaware or, well aware, they're living and dying Feel the money magic, the forest like a couch Can you forget those days of vast daring, lone poplar five dollar bills? [Chorus] It hurts When friends are hurting And my friends are hurting [Chorus] It hurts When friends are hurting Now my friends are hurting It hurts When friends are hurting Now my friends are hurting It hurts When friends are hurting Now my friends are hurting [Outro] When friends are hurting It hurts When friends are hurting And my friend is hurting