1994 Cosyng Music / BMI

My good companion, my old friend
May the angels sing hope in your ears again
I miss your voice in my kitchen at night
But I am done with losing sleep
watching you lose your long dark fight

It's weary travel, and a cold road
there are easier highways than the ones you choose to go
I've lost the romance for wounds that don't heal
I don't think we find our courage getting broken on the wheel

My good companion don't forget your prayers
I'll ask a little of my hope to sneak up on you somewhere
and offer a shoulder of sober, steady grace
a little hope, my good companion, lights the angels to our face