Vanished FriendsAccross the miles I have a friend.
In this world that could soon end.
Yet the days go by, and the weeks rush on.
And before I know it a year is gone.
And I never see my old friend's face.
Or feel again his warm embrace.
He knows I love him even more
Than when we lived on that distant shore.
And he loved me then, but I didn't know.
Cause he never let his feelings show.
Now we're old and tired of life's cruel games.
And tired of trying to make a name.