He was alone into his distance
He was deep into his well
I could guess what he was laughing at, but I couldn`t really tell
Now the story`s told that Adam jumped, but I`ve been thinking that he fell
Together we went traveling, as we received the call
His destination India, and I had none at all
Well, I still remember laughing with our backs against the wall
So free of fear, we never thought that one of us might fall
I sit before my only candle, but it`s so little light to find my way
Now this story unfolds before my candle
Which is shorter every hour as it reaches for the day
But I feel just like a candle in the way
I guess I`ll get there, but I wouldn`t say for sure
When we parted we were laughing still, as our goodbyes were said
And I never heard from him again as each our lives we led
Except for once in someone else`s letter that I read
Until I heard the sudden word that a friend of mine was dead
I sit before my only candle, like a pilgrim sits beside the way
Now this journey appears before my candle
As a song that`s growing fainter the harder that I play
But I fear before I end I`ll fade away
But I guess I`ll get there, though I wouldn`t say for sure
Though Adam was a friend of mine, I did not know him long
And when I stood myself beside him, I never thought I was as strong
Still it seems he stopped his singing in the middle of his song
Well I`m not the one to say I know, but I`m hoping he was wrong
I`m holding out my only candle, though it`s so little light to find my way
Now this story`s been laid beneath my candle
And it`s shorter every hour as it reaches for the day
Yes, I feel just like a candle in the way
I hope I`ll get there, but I never pray
