Lift your face to the warming of the sun No other world could be ours Forget the play on words ill used by everyone That draw us in to their wasted hours
And maybe I could be a friend
We could turn toward the coming rise Or drift on back into a life of ease Your thoughts and mine, thrown up into the sky To float like blossom in the breeze
And maybe I could be a friend
Through this time into another time And not to wish for any more
We will learn the days we must complete And when to let them go their own way Break right through the surface of deceit Out into fields of silver wing at play
And maybe I could be a friend Maybe I could be a friend