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10/27/2004

Never Say I Gave You Nothing
from 10/27/2004

we were fast friends
from the first day of the truce
we made a pacto
ver chips and applejuice
we shook hands
and signed the treaty
there would be peace at any cost
even if that meant me
a good friend stays out of your way
doesn't he
a good friend doesn't object
when it's time for you to leave
he throws no punches
he shows no fury
and when your out of sight
he can't think to worry

i had a good friend
when i was a boy
he and his dad moved to maine
i had a good friend
when i was a boy
he and his dad took a plane
i've never been on one
i've never left the ground
i wouldn't go out to say goodbye
til we discovered their bodies
had been found
mangled by the mountainside
my mother said
this was a fact of life
so i never took a plane ride
because planes crash

we were fast friends
from the day i saw the news
i made that pact
as he was gathered by the crews
i shook my head
and i plead guilty
could i find peace with all i'd lost
even being left with me
a good friend got out of my way
didn't he
the poor friend didn't object
when it was time for him to leave
you threw no punches
you showed no fury
and now that you're out of sight
i can't help but worry
what kind of friend am i
do i only show up
to say goodbye