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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 we're 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've been making

We keep our eyes shut just to forget

That all that has begun will one day end

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 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 sylvan street where you lived when you died too young

Ten years before the spring when we 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

**This part picked quietly**

And though I haven't prayed in years

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