Most nights I remember you're gone
I imagine if you hadn't passed on
If you were still here with me
What would have shaped up differently?

Would we be taking our turns taking cigarette burns?
Would we be counting our scars over scotch and cigars?
Would we stay up late?
And would we still relate, my best unforgotten friend?

Would my life be as fucked up?
Would that change be just enough?
Would you interfere, and would you steer me clear
Of the drinking, depression and drugs?

Maybe we'd just carry on
Maybe I'd sing different songs
I wonder if you would be singing songs too
And I wonder if I'd sing with you

Most nights I wish you were around
Most nights I wonder if you'd be proud
And I wonder if in the end
I'd still be worth calling your friend

And if you got to see what I turned out to be
What would become of your vision of me?
And if you got to stay
Well then what would you say, my best unforgotten friend?

Would my life be as fucked up?
Would that change be just enough?
Would you interfere, and would you steer me clear
Of the drinking, depression and drugs?

And maybe things just wouldn't change
Maybe we'd stay just the same
I wonder if you would be singing my songs
And I wonder if I'd sing along