True Friends

I have come back to where it began Where affection grew and laughter rang On the wall is an old guitar Memory-filled and battle-scarred Looking at the shape of that D chord Carved into the wood of a fingerboard The voice that used a song to pray Always skipping beats going to that A When times got tough and the crowd got small Your only way was through a wall Fair weather ones will go away But true friends are the ones who stay True friends are the ones who stay You made your rules and you cast your spell On a bad day you would go through hell And come back out on the other side I kept my promise, and you your pride Laying hands on a shooting star Fell out of the sky too slow Down on to the ground you flew so far Just to let your troubles go