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 couldn't really tell 

Now the story's told that Adam jumped, 

But I've 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 it's 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 I'll get there, but 

I wouldn't 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 else's 

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 that's growing fainter 

The harder that I play 

But I fear before I end I'll fade away 

But I guess I'll get there, 

Though I wouldn't 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 I'm not the one to say I know, 

But I'm hoping he was wrong 



I'm holding out my only candle, 

Though it's so little light to find my way 

Now this story's been laid beneath my candle 

And it's shorter every hour 

As it reaches for the day 

Yes, I feel just like a candle in the way 

I hope I'll get there, 

But I never pray