friend of mine where s your heart reside you were one day here the next day gone disappointing nights of coming under your fire i bid you my farewell brother hold your heart in tight it is one day here the next day gone you can toil all your life in the winning of fights i know the fault too well mother is this how we lie alone in our frozen beds i am only now and a long way out don t you feel it now more than ever and what then for all that changes nothing in the stick of kin in the blowing of the wind are last living feelings on account of what s to feel