Lift your face to the warming of the sun
No other world could be ours
Forget the play on words ill used by everyone
That draw us in to their wasted hours

And maybe I could be a friend

We could turn toward the coming rise
Or drift on back into a life of ease
Your thoughts and mine, thrown up into the sky
To float like blossom in the breeze

And maybe I could be a friend

Through this time into another time
And not to wish for any more

We will learn the days we must complete
And when to let them go their own way
Break right through the surface of deceit
Out into fields of silver wing at play

And maybe I could be a friend
Maybe I could be a friend