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