text: 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 couldnt really tell
  Now the storys told that Adam jumped, but Ive been 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 its 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 the way
  I guess Ill get there, but I wouldnt 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 we led
  Except for once in someone elses letter that I 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 thats growing fainter the harder that I play
  That I fear before I am a fade away
  But I guess Ill get there, though I wouldnt 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 though I was as strong
  Still it seems he stopped his singing in the middle of his song
  Well Im not the one to say I know, but Im hoping he was wrong
  Im holding out my only candle, thou