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It's a horrible understanding That we spend our days Doing what we can to kill the pain All the faith it came decided, with a phone call we're reminded That everyone we love will go away It's a horrible understanding But still we try To take the power from the time With all the big plans we've been making We keep our eyes shut just to forget That all that has begun will one day end My oldest friend I've been wondering Do you believe in whatever no living man will see That there's a place waiting for us in the air above the trees That all the stories we were told by our folks as kids Are more than make believe Well I haven't prayed in years but tonight I'm on my knees And you were still a kid On that sylvan street where you lived when you died too young Ten years before the spring when we lost Mitch It just gets harder to forget I could feel his lips against my ear gently whisperin' Oh my dearest friend I'm still listening Do you believe in whatever no living man will see That there's a place waiting for us in the air above the trees That all the stories we were told by our folks as kids Were more than make believe Well I haven't prayed in years, But tonight I'm on my knees **This part picked quietly** And though I haven't prayed in years Tonight I'm on my knees And I'm wondering do you believe in whatever no living man will see That there's a place waiting for us in the air above the trees