Though [Bm]Adam was a [Bm/A]friend of mine, I [G]did not know him well
He was [D]alone in [D/C#]his ex[Bm]istence, [Bm/A]He was [G]deep into his well
I could [D]guess what [D/C#]he was [Bm]laughing [Bm/A]at, But I [G]couldn't really tell
Now the [D]story's [D/C#]told that [Bm]Adam [Bm/A]jumped, But I'm [G]thinking that he [D]fell
Together we went traveling, as we received the call
His destination India, and I had none at all
Well I still remember laughing, with our backs against the wall
So free of fear we never thought, that one of us might fall
[G]I sit before my only [D]candle, but it's [G]so little light to find my [D]way
Now this [G]story unfolds [A]before my [Bm]candle
Which is [D/A]shorter every hour as it [A]reaches for the day
Well I [Bm]feel just like a candle in a [F#m]way
I guess I'll get [G]there but I wouldn't [D]say[A7] for [G]sure[D][A]
When we parted we were laughing still, as our goodbyes were said
And I never heard from him again, as each our lives we led
except for once in someone else's letter that I read
Until I head the sudden word, that a friend of mine was dead
I sit before my only candle, like a pilgrim sits beside the way
Now this journey appears before my candle
as a song that's growing fainter, the harder I play
well I fear before I am I'll fade away
But I guess I'll get there, though I wouldn't 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 seemed he stopped his singing in the middle of his song
well I'm not the one to say I know but I'm hoping he was wrong
I'm holding out my only candle, though it's so little light to find my way
now this story's been layed beneath my candle
and it's shorter every hour as it reaches for the day
yes I feel just like a candle in a way
I hope I'll get there but I'll never pray
He was [D]alone in [D/C#]his ex[Bm]istence, [Bm/A]He was [G]deep into his well
I could [D]guess what [D/C#]he was [Bm]laughing [Bm/A]at, But I [G]couldn't really tell
Now the [D]story's [D/C#]told that [Bm]Adam [Bm/A]jumped, But I'm [G]thinking that he [D]fell
Together we went traveling, as we received the call
His destination India, and I had none at all
Well I still remember laughing, with our backs against the wall
So free of fear we never thought, that one of us might fall
[G]I sit before my only [D]candle, but it's [G]so little light to find my [D]way
Now this [G]story unfolds [A]before my [Bm]candle
Which is [D/A]shorter every hour as it [A]reaches for the day
Well I [Bm]feel just like a candle in a [F#m]way
I guess I'll get [G]there but I wouldn't [D]say[A7] for [G]sure[D][A]
When we parted we were laughing still, as our goodbyes were said
And I never heard from him again, as each our lives we led
except for once in someone else's letter that I read
Until I head the sudden word, that a friend of mine was dead
I sit before my only candle, like a pilgrim sits beside the way
Now this journey appears before my candle
as a song that's growing fainter, the harder I play
well I fear before I am I'll fade away
But I guess I'll get there, though I wouldn't 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 seemed he stopped his singing in the middle of his song
well I'm not the one to say I know but I'm hoping he was wrong
I'm holding out my only candle, though it's so little light to find my way
now this story's been layed beneath my candle
and it's shorter every hour as it reaches for the day
yes I feel just like a candle in a way
I hope I'll get there but I'll never pray
