The frames, Red Chord

I'm pulling on the red chordthat pulls ya back to me, lordthat helps me outwhen you're awayAnd i was in the armywhen they called you back to save meand i was resting softin the arms of my warAnd i'm pulling on the red chordthat pulls ya back to me, lordand i'm pulling on the red chordso you're not so far awayAnd all was out to you or me (?)at the university of life, lordand black poetryAnd it was there i found youand you were happy like an angelbut for everything you learnthere is something you must let go ofAnd i'm pulling on the red chordthat pulls ya back to me, lordand i'm pulling on the red chordthat pulls ya back to me, lordPulls ya back to me, lord, yeahpulls ya back to me, lord, yeahpulls ya back to me, lord, yeahpulls ya back to me, lord, yeahAll around yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah