Friends

	Friends
	f/k/a For Beth
Author:	Ryan Adams
Official Appearance:	Cold Roses -- Ryan Adams & The Cardinals
Unofficial Appearance:	Swedish Sessions -- Ryan Adams
Played Live:
Lyrics:	As pretty as a song
	A song could ever be
	Like Christmas on a river
	Without a boat or Christmas tree
	This afternoon with you was something like a letter
	The kind that someone writes but never sends
	And when you look at me like that
	I know someday it's gonna end
	And when you get old
	I bet you miss your friends

	As angry as a breeze
	Tuggin' hard upon the sails
	I've veen moving through these streets forever
	From Baltimore to Amsterdam
	These things inside me, they repeat like broken records
	Spinning pretty somethings behind my eyes
	And when I can't look at you
	I can paint your picture perfectly in my mind
	And when I get old
	I'm gonna miss you all the time
	That wind up in the trees
	Scattering bluebirds all over the place
	Shufflin' children into piles of leaves
	I wish I was the wind
	I'd touch your face
	This afternoon with you was something like a letter
	The kind that someone writes but never sends
	And when you're good to me
	It makes me blue because someday
	It's gonna end
	And when we pass on
	I bet you miss your friends