Best of Friends

We were lying in the grass
We were talking of the past
And I told you of my dad's old steel rimmed glasses
Then you told me of the man
With another in his hand
And you couldn't believe that he was making passes

Then you spoke to me of touch
And you said it meant so much
To be touched when you are down or just plain lonely
Now could that be the spark
Made you hold me in the dark
Though you said you really loved your one and only

Still, we're the best of friends
And our friendship never ends
It just grows deeper, though the river has its bends
And though I know
That you are another man's
Still, I thank the Lord that we're the best of friends

Side by side upon a plank
Novice holding up the bank
You're like a stone, for reasons that you do not mention
When you say you'd like to go
I say: I'd really like to know
Is it sleep, are you unsure of my intention

A bit of both, you guess
So I say: well, thanks for being honest
I'd like to see you once again before you go
And when you smile again
Oh I am a happy man
Though now that seems so very long ago

Still, we're the best of friends
And our friendship never ends
It just grows deeper, though the river has its bends
And though I know
That you are another man's
Still, I thank the Lord... that we're the best of friends