fine art of friendship

i think back to the time

when i wouldn't drink wine

and they taught me right and wrong

and black and white

like death and the grave

some things never change

and i'll never let it rest until i die

no

the fine art of friendship

meaning of love

understanding

growing old

i wanna love someone special 'til death do us part

to have one and need no other

sometimes i cry stumbling through my youth

'cause i've loved so much

yet so little

the fine art of friendship

meaning of love

understanding

growing old

the fine art of friendship

meaning of love

understanding

growing old

i think back to the time

when i wouldn't drink wine

and they taught me right and wrong

and black and white

like death and the grave

oh-oh

she never change

and i'll never let it rest until i. hmm