Fine Art Of Friendship Lyrics

i think back to the time

when i wouldnt drink wine

and they taught me wrong and right

and black and white

like death and the grave

some things never change

and ill never let it rest until i die

i wanna love someone special til death do us part

to have one and need no other

sometimes i cry stumbling through my youth

cause ive loved so much

yet so little

the fine art of friendship

meaning of love

understanding

growing old