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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