How many times
I lay awake thinking
of a friend from the past
of who's fate i've no inkling

I've left him behind
gone on, on my own
I've gone very far
but know i'm alone

What I wouldn't give to go back
to those days oh so few
The days when we played
Us, We, Them, Those two

Our parents look on us
as if they had gained
an extra child of thier own
and their love was not feined

It did not matter
what was mine was yours
we lived in different houses
did we ever knock on each others doors

we swam and we fished
all day and all night
upon the stars we wished
no end was in sight

We went our own ways
for many a year
occasionaly we met
and spoke of times dear

of our jobs and our wives
our children and debts
could it be oh so long
it would last some time yet

The call in the night
His parents in tears
my soul filled with fright
the grinding of gears

To your bed side I sped
your hand I did hold
I watched as your soul fled
your story full told

The words never spoken
or even thought of
between to grown men
Why can't we say love

Many think this the end
one half departed
he lives on in me
us, we, they, never parted

He was my friend and I loved him.