I have come back to where it began
Where affection grew and laughter rang
On the wall is an old guitar
Memory-filled and battle-scarred
Looking at the shape of that D chord
Carved into the wood of a fingerboard
The voice that used a song to pray
Always skipping beats going to that A
When times got tough and the crowd got small
Your only way was through a wall
Fair weather ones will go away
But true friends are the ones who stay
True friends are the ones who stay
You made your rules and you cast your spell
On a bad day you would go through hell
And come back out on the other side
I kept my promise, and you your pride
Laying hands on a shooting star
Fell out of the sky too slow
Down on to the ground you flew so far
Just to let your troubles go