Fine Art Of Friendship Lyrics

 i think back to the time when i wouldnt drink wine and
 they taught me wrong and right and black and white like death and the grave
 some things never change and ill never let it rest until i die i wanna love
 someone special til death do us part to have one and need no other sometimes i
 cry stumbling through my youth cause ive loved so much yet so little the fine
 art of friendship meaning of love understanding growing old