we couldn't leave the woods 'til the bottle was done
then we'd all go fishing in the dusk bitten sun. not old enough to drive
but we knew if we could
we'd have all the women in our neighborhood. but we never thought that one of us would go away
no
we never dreamed that we might cry on teenage graves. the fairytale ends with the loss of our favorite friend. well
the funeral was nice
or that's what you're supposed to say
we all sat together staring out into grey. it was hard to believe that out of five faithful friends
four were left broken while one rode the wind. and the nights out on the town fell few and far between
cause all we talked about was how great things used to be
our innocence ends with the loss of our favorite friend. it seems like the best of us always fall to early grace
and the road will keep rolling on
but angels are hard to replace
i guess it was crazy luck
to have someone like that to lose
but he couldn't stay long
god must have missed him
too. now charlie is in college
and i hit the road
and al is building churches in new mexico
steve is running from the law
but that's nothing new
we all say we'll meet back home but we never do. and the woods burned down long ago
the old neighborhood is gone
and i can't get drunk no more
cause i hate drinking alone. but i know in the end we'll get back to our favorite friends. cause life is much better when it is shared with our favorite friends.