As Pretty As A Song
A Song Could Ever Be
Like Christmas On A River
Without A Boat Or Christmas Tree
This Afternoon With You Was Something Like A Letter
The Kind That Someone Writes But Never Sends
And When You Look At Me
You Remind Me That Someday It's Gonna End
And When You Pass On
I Bet You Miss Your Friends

As Simple As A Breeze
Tugging Hard Upon The Sail
Been Moving Through These Streets Forever
From Istanbul To Amsterdam
This Afternoon With You Was Something Like A Letter
The Kind That Someone Writes But Never Sends
And When You Look 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 Could Ever Be
Like Christmas On A River
Without A Boat Or Christmas Tree
This Afternoon With You Was Something Like A Letter
The Kind That Someone Writes But Never Sends
And When You Look 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