[Eternal]

They chose leaving, all my friends.
And now it’s letters, maybe phone calls, that
Come less and less each year.
All addressed with wives and children
To the fool who chose to stay here.
And it hurts me to know I’m alone now,
And it’s worse when I know that I chose it.
Don’t make the same mistake as me,
Don’t make the same mistake.

And now my friends have all left.
Or it’s been me gone all along.
I guess we all part one day and drop like leaves into The breeze.
And ain’t it wild? Ain’t it bitter?
But it’s the coping with my fear that keeps me Here.