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