Evening Prayer

At Babak's school, there is a 3D printer

And he prints out a model of the tumor

That was surgically removed from his back this winter

And it's rugged gray plastic, it looks lunar

He puts the tumor in his breast pocket

As we head out for a beer

It's been a long, hard year

For a friend who's not sure if he's close enough

To be allowed to care or just be there

To include you in his evening prayer

How I pray that I could stop the pain

When the pain needed more than ibuprofen

How I pray that I could take away your worries

When they ran deeper than the West Pacific Ocean

He puts the tumor on our table

Says, "So, this is what caused all my fears"

It's been a long, hard year

For a friend who's not sure if he's close enough

To be allowed to care or just be there

To include you in his evening prayer

Last orders, the waitress slides

Down from her bar stool

Looks at the tumor, says, "What is this?"

"It looks kinda cool"

Babak's okay despite what he's been through

But he sees I'm made uneasy by the model he's done

He says, "It's helped me a lot to have a friend like you

When I saw you worry, I knew I had to be strong"

He gives a tumor to the waitress

Says, "Give my friend here a beer"

It's been a long, hard year

I just wasn't sure if we were close enough

But I want you to know how much I cared

That you were in my evening prayer

I want you to know that you were in my prayer

I want you to know that you were in my prayer