I have a friend whom I love like a bro,
That friend who’s always there when times are sad,
He pushes me not to stop, but to go,
Even when I feel down, he makes me glad.
There is this girl I love like a sister,
At the end of this year she goes away,
You can surely bet that I will miss her,
No matter what I do she will not stay.
The two of them are going to college,
And though I know there is a reason why,
They’re going off to advance their knowledge,
There is no doubt at some point I will cry.
And I stand outside on the damp green lawn,
I will wave until I see that they’re gone.
