©1982 Andrew Calhoun, unrecorded 

Our friendship was well found 
Our friendship was firm bound 
Our friendship was true and sound 
Now all is silence and charred ground 

There's nothing left to believe or doubt 
Nothing left to cry about 
There's nothing left to work out 
No lies to tell, no truth to shout 

Friendship is a flowing bowl 
Things to tell and share and hold 
Friendship will affirm the soul 
Friendship makes life sweet and whole 

This life we lead's a hard surprise 
Full of traps and schemes and lies 
At times, the mind gets free and flies 
With the bird that it identifies 

Colors fade, it makes me sad 
To turn and cancel what we had 
I'm the dirt beneath your doormat 
You are the air beneath my hat