Make no apologies,
I know that often i'm coming over, acting sober
I'm not again, and what a friend
You sigh away the feeling.
And when it's me alone,
I'm hoping that me good intentions will help you notice
and take it in,
As not a sin but sign i'm needing.
We started this way back we're standing high at the end
But still I will miss the feel of a friend.
We're there again,
Where the sky seems so much wider and days last longer,
The smell of hay,