Though Adam was a friend of mine, I did not know him well



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



That I fear before I am a 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 though 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've never prayed