Well I was exiting off of the airplane
And I felt the sting of cold wind and show
This is nothing like the place I thought I was headed
This is nothing like the place on the postcards back home
So I wandered through the streets of this strange city
And I couldn’t believe it when I saw the face of an old friend
I don’t know how you found me here,
But it’s good to see you again
My friend said, “Let’s talk, tell me how you’ve been”
Well I’ve been throwing up stones for the wind to catch
But none have caught flight or caught wind yet
So I throw them up higher to bring this to an end
But the stones keep falling at my feet again
And it’s hard my friend
It’s hard to see the stones fall again
It’s hard my friend
But thank you for being here with me my friend
He told me that this is just a layover on my way home
And that this is not the end
He looked at me right in the eyes and reminded me
Who I am
Oh I got a great friend, the Great Friend
I’ve was throwing up stones for the wind to catch
But none had caught flight or caught wind yet
So I threw them up higher to bring it to an end
But the stones kept falling at my feet again
It was hard my friend
Hard to see the stones fall again
It was hard my friend
But thank you for being there with me my friend
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