That I fear before I end I'll fade away
Until I heard the sudden word that a friend of mine was dead
Yes, I feel just like a candle in the way
Together we went traveling as we received the call
When we parted we were laughing still, as our goodbyes were said
I'm holding out my only candle, though it's so little light to find my way
Now this journey appears before my candle
As a song that's growing fainter the harder that I play
Now the story's told that Adam jumped, but I've been thinking that he fell
But I feel just like a candle in the way
His destination India and I had none at all
Which is shorter every hour as it reaches for the day
But I guess I'll get there, though I wouldn't say for sure
And I never heard from him again as each our lives we led
I could guess what he was laughing at, but I couldn't really tell
Now this story's been laid beneath my candle
Well, I'm not the one to say I know, but I'm hoping he was wrong
I sit before my only candle like a pilgrim sits beside the way
I sit before my only candle but it's so little light to find my way
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
And it's shorter every hour as it reaches for the day
Well, I still remember laughing with our backs against the wall
Still it seems he stopped his singing in the middle of his song
So free of fear, we never thought that one of us might fall
Now this story unfolds before my candle
Except for once in someone else's letter that I read
I guess I'll get there, but I wouldn't say for sure
