Deep in my thoughts
Behind the outsider...

Her smile bright
Her high held dreams...

I remember the day
The time and the place...

You look up to me
Cry my sacrifice...

Ned Nott was shot
and Sam Shott was not...

To be so cruel to you, my friend
Is too cruel for us to share...

Twas it was Christmas
I got up to see...

Lying can pierce you like a flying metal dart
Like a stabbing saber straight through you heart...

I wait inside the waiting room
Crying over my best friend...

All this talk bout growing old togetha
Being best buds foreva and eva...