Though Adam was a friend of mine, I did not know him
well
He was alone into his distance
He was deep into his well
I could guess what he was laughing at, but I couldn't
really tell
Now the story's told that Adam jumped, but I've been
thinking that he fell
Together we went traveling, as we received the call
His destination India, and I had none at all
Well, I still remember laughing with our backs against
the wall
So free of fear, we never thought that one of us might
fall
I sit before my only candle, but it's so little light
to find my way
Now this story unfolds before my candle
Which is shorter every hour as it reaches for the day
But I feel just like a candle in the way
I guess I'll get there, but I wouldn't say for sure
When we parted we were laughing still, as our goodbyes
were said
And I never heard from him again as each our lives we
led
Except for once in someone else's letter that I read
Until I heard the sudden word that a friend of mine was
dead
I sit before my only candle, like a pilgrim sits beside
the way
Now this journey appears before my candle
As a song that's growing fainter the harder that I play
That I fear before I am a fade away
But I guess I'll get there, though I wouldn't say for
sure
Though Adam was a friend of mine, I did not know him
long
And when I stood myself beside him, I never though I
was as strong
Still it seems he stopped his singing in the middle of
his song
Well I'm not the one to say I know, but I'm hoping he
was wrong
I'm holding out my only candle, thou