December '87
Charles Harris
Misty morning desert sands to think this is where it began
Couldn’t wait for the end now I think I’d do it again
There were no good-byes and no one cries
Going home for the last time
Then I recalled someone had said
We’re only circumstantial friends
We’re only circumstantial friends
A few close by I gesture and greet
A last laugh then I picked up my kit
Climbed on the bus put down my bag
Looked out the window
There were no good-byes and no one cries
Going home for the last time
Then I recalled someone had said
We’re only circumstantial friends
We’re only circumstantial friends
Circumstantial friends
