Just another perfect morning may lie ahead,
But the darkness hides his body too well.
I find happiness discovering his breath moves the air,
He's there.
Though his back is turned, he moves as if to challenge me,
As though I have to find his reasons to stay.
And I've felt this for years, but despite all my fears
He stays.
And it's all I need
When he turns around and calls me his friend.
And I try to make myself believe
Oh that it's not pretend, and good things never end.
Now the day that showed such promise runs away from me,
I start a troubling trend of lacking success.
But there's always that one thing I can count on,
Oh, and I guess
That he's all I need
When he turns around and calls me his friend.
As I try I'm starting to believe
Oh that it's not pretend, and good things never end.
Never end, never end, no the good things,
They Never end, never end, never end
Now that I call him my friend.
My friend.