Friend of Mine
JOHN HIATT
Friend of mine
Has gone away
Like a light from yesterday
Lost in space
Somewhere they say
This friend of mine
He could sing
Like a child
A mother's dream
So sweet and mild
Or big and mean
Loud and wild
This friend of mine
His voice is still
Like the night
Rustling winds
Of angel's flight
Take him home
To the light
This friend of mine
This friend of mine