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