The Final Hour
I'll be leaving soon
I'll be passing all
The things I poured my life into
And it's strange
That we lived
Our own ways
But you were a good friend
And I'm a hard man
To love
I'd been thinking
I don't recall the time
We broke the pieces
But the pieces fell
I'd been hoping
That we could toast some good times
But you're not a good friend
And I'm a hard man
To love
I saw you
Through the rain
Through the storms
But in the final hour
You showed me
That meant nothing at all
I'll be passing all
The things I poured my life into
And it's strange
That we lived
Our own ways
But you were a good friend
And I'm a hard man
To love
I'd been thinking
I don't recall the time
We broke the pieces
But the pieces fell
I'd been hoping
That we could toast some good times
But you're not a good friend
And I'm a hard man
To love
I saw you
Through the rain
Through the storms
But in the final hour
You showed me
That meant nothing at all
Credits
Writer(s): Iain Andrew Cook, Craig Beaton
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