My Best Unforgotten Friend

Most nights I remember you’re gone

I imagine if you hadn’t passed on

If you were still here with me

What would have shaped up differently?

Would we be taking our turns taking cigarette burns?

Would we be counting our scars over scotch and cigars?

Would we stay up late?

And would we still relate, my best unforgotten friend?

Would my life be as fucked up?

Would that change be just enough?

Would you interfere, and would you steer me clear

Of the drinking, depression and drugs?

Maybe we’d just carry on

Maybe I’d sing different songs

I wonder if you would be singing songs too

And I wonder if I’d sing with you

Most nights I wish you were around

Most nights I wonder if you’d be proud

And I wonder if in the end

I’d still be worth calling your friend

And if you got to see what I turned out to be

What would become of your vision of me?

And if you got to stay

Well then what would you say, my best unforgotten friend?

Would my life be as fucked up?

Would that change be just enough?

Would you interfere, and would you steer me clear

Of the drinking, depression and drugs?

And maybe things just wouldn’t change

Maybe we’d stay just the same

I wonder if you would be singing my songs

And I wonder if I’d sing along