happy happy oh my friend blow out candles once again leave the presents all inside take my hand and lets take a ride backwards down the number line you were eight and i was nine do you know what happened then do you know why were still friends laughing all these many years we pushed through hardships tasted tears made a promise one to keep i can still recite it in my sleep every time a birthday comes call your friend and sing a song or whisper it into his ear or write it down just dont miss a year you decide what it contains how long it goes but this remains the only rule is it begins happy happy oh my friend all my friends come backwards down the number line and when i see you coming down the line with eyes wide open somewhere in between the past and future where you drift in time and you can see a different point of view1