Fine Art of Friendship

I think back to the time
When I wouldn’t drink wine
And they taught me right and wrong
And black and white
Like death and the grave
Some things never change
And I’ll never let it rest until I die, no
The fine art of friendship
Meaning of love
Understanding
Growing old
I wanna love someone special 'til death do us part
To have one and need no other
Sometimes I cry stumbling through my youth
'Cause I’ve loved so much
Yet so little
The fine art of friendship
Meaning of love
Understanding
Growing old
The fine art of friendship
Meaning of love
Understanding
Growing old
I think back to the time
When I wouldn’t drink wine
And they taught me right and wrong
And black and white
Like death and the grave, oh-oh
She never change
And I’ll never let it rest until I…, hmm