Some friends you’d cry for
You, I would die for
And I love you too much
To beg you to stay
You have your own plans
But it makes my heart sad
Watching my best friend walking away.
To go walking down a country road at sunset
And see colors you could almost touch right over head
To hear the gentle breeze is blowing at the treetops
No out in the country there is no talk that God is dead