Friends (Live At Carnegie Hall / 11/17/2014) - Ryan Adams

As pretty as a song

A song could ever be

Like Christmas on a river

Without a boat or Christmas tree

This afternoon with you was something like a letter

The kind that someone writes but never sends

And when you look at me like that

I know someday it's gonna end

And when you get old

I bet you miss your friends

As angry as a breeze

Tugging hard upon the sails

I been moving through these streets forever

From Baltimore to Amsterdam

These things inside me they repeat like broken records

Spinning pretty somethings behind my eyes

And when I can't look at you

I can paint your picture perfectly in my mind

And when I get old

I'm gonna miss you all the time

That wind up in the trees

Scattering bluebirds all over the place

Shuffling children in the piles of leaves

I wish I was the wind, I'd touch your face

This afternoon with you was something like a letter

The kind that someone writes but never sends

And when you're good to me

It makes me blue cause someday it's gonna end

And when we pass on

I bet you miss your friends

Bet you miss your friends

I bet you miss your friends