Song for adam

(capo up 2) Though Adam was a friend of mine, I did not know him well, He was alone into his distance, he was deep into his well. I could guess what he was laughing at, but I couldn't really tell. Now the story's told that Adam jumped, but I'm thinking that he fell. Together we went traveling as we received the call. His destination India, and I had none at all. Well, I still remember laughing with our backs against the wall. So free of fear we never thought that one of us might fall. I sit before my only candle, but it's so little light to find my way. Now this story unfolds before my candle, Which is shorter every hour as it reaches for the day. But I feel just like a candle in a way. I guess I'll get there, but I wouldn't say for sure. When we parted we were laughing still as our goodbyes were said. And I never heard from him again as each our lives were led. Except for once in someone else's letter I once read. Until I heard the sudden word that a friend of mine was dead. I sit before my only candle, like a pilgrim sits beside the way. Now this journey appears before my candle As a song that's growing fainter, the harder I play, 'Til I fear before I end will fade away. But I guess I'll get there, though I wouldn't say for sure. Though Adam was a friend of mine, I did not know him long. And when I stood myself beside him, I never thought I was as strong. Still it seems he stopped his singing in the middle of his song. Well I'm not the one to say I know, but I'm hoping he was wrong. I'm holding out my only candle, though it's so little light to find my way. Now this story's been laid beneath my candle, And it's shorter every hour as it reaches for the day. Yes, I feel just like a candle in a way. I hope I get there, but I never pray.