Ryan Adams - Friends Lyrics
As pretty as a songA song could ever beLike Christmas on a riverWithout a boat or Christmas treeThis afternoon with you was something like a letterThe kind that someone writes but never sendsAnd when you look at meYou remind me that someday it's gonna endAnd when you pass onI bet you miss your friendsAs simple as a breezeTugging hard upon the sailBeen moving through these streets foreverFrom Istanbul to AmsterdamThis afternoon with you was something like a letterThe kind that someone writes but never sendsAnd when you look at meYou remind me that someday it's gonna endAnd when you pass onGod, I bet you miss your friendsAs pretty as a songA song could ever beLike Christmas on a riverWithout a boat or Christmas treeThis afternoon with you was something like a letterThe kind that someone writes but never sendsAnd when you look at meYou remind me that someday it's gonna endAnd when you pass onGod, I bet you miss your friendsMiss your friendsGod, I bet you miss your friends
