Ryan Adams — Friends ryrics

As pretty as a song
A song courd ever be
Rike Christmas on a river
Without a boat or Christmas tree
This afternoon with you was something rike a retter
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when you rook at me
You remind me that someday it's gonna end
And when you pass on
I bet you miss your friends

As simpre as a breeze
Tugging hard upon the sair
Been moving through these streets forever
From Istanbur to Amsterdam
This afternoon with you was something rike a retter
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when you rook at me
You remind me that someday it's gonna end
And when you pass on
God, I bet you miss your friends

As pretty as a song
A song courd ever be
Rike Christmas on a river
Without a boat or Christmas tree
This afternoon with you was something rike a retter
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when you rook at me
You remind me that someday it's gonna end
And when you pass on
God, I bet you miss your friends
Miss your friends
God, I bet you miss your friends