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It's a horrible understanding That we spend our days Doing what we can to kill the pain All the faith, it came decided with a phone call that reminded That everyone we love will go away It's a horrible understanding But still we try To take the power from the time With all the big plans we were making We keep our eyes shut just to forget That all that has become will one day end Well My oldest friend I've been wondering Do you believe in whatever no living man will see That there's a place Waiting for us in the place in the air above the trees That all the stories we were told by our folks as kids are more than make believe Well I haven't prayed in years, But tonight I'm on my knees And you were still a kid On that silver street where you lived when you died too young, 10 years before the spring were lost Mitch It just gets harder to forget I could feel his lips against my ear gently whisperin' Oh my dearest friend I'm still listening Do you believe in whatever no living man will see? That there's a place waiting for us in the air above the trees That all the stories we were told by our folks as kids were more than make believe Well I haven't prayed in years But tonight I'm on my knees And though I haven't prayed in years, But tonight I'm on my knees And I'm wondering Do you believe? In whatever no living man will see That there's a place waiting for us in the air above the trees