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 couldnt really tell
Now the stories told that Adam jumped, but Im thinking that he fell
Together we went traveling, as we received the call
His destination India, and I had none at all
Oh, 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 its so little light to find my way
Now the story unfolds before my candle
Which is shorter evry hour, as it reaches for the day
But I feel just like a candle, in a way
I guess Ill get there, but I wouldnt say for sure
When we parted we were laughing still, as our good-byes were said
And I never heard from him again, as each our lives we lead
Except for once in someone elses 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 wave
Now this journey appears before my candle
As a song thats growing fainter, the harder I play
That I fear before I end will fade away
I guess Ill get there, but I wouldnt 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 thought I was as strong
Still it seems he stopped his singing in the middle of his song
Well Im not the one to say I know, but Im hoping he was wrong
Im holding out my only candle, but its so little light to find my way
Now the storys been laid beneath my candle
And its shorter evry hour, as it reaches for the day
Yes, I feel just like a candle in a way
I hope I get there, but Id never pray
