I think back to the time
When I wouldn’t drink wine
And they taught me wrong from right
And black and white
Like death and the grave
Some things never change
And I’ll never let it rest until I die
Chorus:
The fine art of friendship
Meaning of love
Understanding
Growing old
I wanna love someone special
Till death do us part
To have one and need no other
Sometimes I cry
Stumbling through my youth
Cause I’ve loved so much
Yet so little
Chorus:
The fine art of friendship
Meaning of love
Understanding
Growing old
Solo
Chorus:
The fine art of friendship
Meaning of love
Understanding
Growing old
I think back to the time
When I wouldn’t drink wine
And they taught me right and wrong
Black and white
Like death and the grave
Ooooh, she never changed
And I’ll never let it rest until I die
