Well my life is filled with songs But I just could not get along without my friends And I'm happy now, but when this good life ends I know a better life begins And love to you sir Stonehill Armed with your axe full gallop on your amp Ah, you're so crazy but you know it And I love you as we both crawl toward the Lamp With Clapton on guitar, and Charlie on the drums McCartney on the Hofner ba** with blisters on his thumbs Dear Bobby watch your fears all hide And disappear while love inside starts growing You're older but less colder Than the jokes and folks you spent your childhood snowing And Someone died for all your friends But even better yet, He lives again And if this song does not make sense to you I hope His Spirit slips on through He loves you He loves you He loves you And if these words do not appeal to I hope His Spirit slips on through He loves you He loves you He loves you And if this song does not make sense to you I hope His Spirit slips on through You know, He loves you