Ryan Adams ☆ Friends

As pretty as a song
A song could ever be
Like Christmas on a river
Without a boat or Christmas tree
This afternoon with you was something like a letter
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when you look at me like that
I know someday it’s gonna end
And when you get old
I bet you miss your friends

As angry as a breeze
Tugging hard upon the sail
Been moving through these streets forever
From Baltimore to Amsterdam
These things inside me they repeat like broken records
Spinning praying somethings behind my eyes
and when I can’t look at you
I can paint a picture of you perfectly in my mind
and when i get old
I’m going to miss you all the time

That wind up in the trees
Scattering blue birds all over the place
Shuffling children in the piles of leaves
I wish I was the wind that touched your face
This afternoon with you was something like a letter
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when you are good to me
it makes me blue because someday it’s gonna end
And when we pass on
I bet you miss your friends

Thanks to Shaun L. Kelly for submitting Friends Lyrics.

Ryan Adams - Friends (Live at Carnegie Hall)

Friends - Ryan Adams (live)

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Ryan Adams - Friends (Early Version)