Friend or stranger?
Am I a friend?
Am I a stranger?
Am I an old flame?
Am I in danger?
Will people, friends of the past think of me in the future?
Will people, friends of the present tell tales about me?
Will people, friends I still think of, think of me to?
Will people, anyone at all ever think I matter or ever did so?
I wish friends would never part ways,
I wish friends would still like to spend some days,
I wish friends would always want to have a drink or two,
I wish friends wouldn’t stop thinking of me and you,