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It’s a horrible understanding
That we spend our days
Doing what we can to kill the pain
All the faith, it came decided with a phone call that reminded
That everyone we love will go away
It’s a horrible understanding
But still we try
To take the power from the time
With all the big plans we were making
We keep our eyes shut just to forget
That all that has become will one day end
Well My oldest friend
I’ve been wondering
Do you believe in whatever no living man will see
That there’s a place
Waiting for us in the place in the air above the trees
That all the stories we were told by our folks as kids are more than make
believe
Well I haven’t prayed in years,
But tonight I’m on my knees
And you were still a kid
On that silver street where you lived when you died too young,
10 years before the spring were lost Mitch
It just gets harder to forget
I could feel his lips against my ear gently whisperin'
Oh my dearest friend
I’m still listening
Do you believe in whatever no living man will see?
That there’s a place waiting for us in the air above the trees
That all the stories we were told by our folks as kids were more than make
believe
Well I haven’t prayed in years
But tonight I’m on my knees
And though I haven’t prayed in years,
But tonight I’m on my knees
And I’m wondering
Do you believe?
In whatever no living man will see
That there’s a place waiting for us in the air above the trees