In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
As pretty as a song
A song could ever be
Like Christmas on a river
Without a boat or Christmas tree
This afternoon with you was something like a letter
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when you look at me like that
I know someday it's gonna end
And when you get old
I bet you miss your friends
As angry as a breeze
Tugging hard upon the sails
I been moving through these streets forever
From Baltimore to Amsterdam
These things inside me they repeat like broken records
Spinning pretty somethings behind my eyes
And when I can´t look at you
I can paint you picture perfectly in my mind
And when I get old
I´m gonna miss you all the time
That wind up in the trees
Scattering bluebirds all over the place
Shuffling children in the piles of leaves
I wish I was the wind that touched your face
This afternoon with you was something like a letter
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when you´re good to me
It makes me blue because some day it´s gonna end
And when we pass on
I bet you miss your friends
I bet you miss your friends
I bet you miss your friends
A song could ever be
Like Christmas on a river
Without a boat or Christmas tree
This afternoon with you was something like a letter
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when you look at me like that
I know someday it's gonna end
And when you get old
I bet you miss your friends
As angry as a breeze
Tugging hard upon the sails
I been moving through these streets forever
From Baltimore to Amsterdam
These things inside me they repeat like broken records
Spinning pretty somethings behind my eyes
And when I can´t look at you
I can paint you picture perfectly in my mind
And when I get old
I´m gonna miss you all the time
That wind up in the trees
Scattering bluebirds all over the place
Shuffling children in the piles of leaves
I wish I was the wind that touched your face
This afternoon with you was something like a letter
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when you´re good to me
It makes me blue because some day it´s gonna end
And when we pass on
I bet you miss your friends
I bet you miss your friends
I bet you miss your friends
Lyrics submitted by breezybay11
Friends Lyrics as written by Ryan Adams
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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This is what I hear.... good song too.
As pretty as a song A song could ever be Like Christmas on a river Without a boat or Christmas tree This afternoon with you was something like a letter The kind that someone writes but never sends And when you look at me like that I know that someday it's gonna end And when you go I bet you miss your friends
As angry as a breeze Tuggin' hard up on the sails I've been moving through these dreams forever From Baltimore to Amsterdam These things inside me they repeat like broken records Spinning pretty things behind my eyes And when I can't look at you I can paint your picture perfectly in my mind And when I get old I'm gonna miss you all the time
That wind up in the trees Scattering bluebirds all over the place Shuffling children and the piles of leaves I wish I was the wind that touched your face This afternoon with you was something like a letter The kind that someone writes but never sends And when you're good to me It makes me blue because someday it's gonna end And when we pass on I bet you miss your friends Bet you miss your friends Bet you miss your friends...
i bet i miss my friends... i think just about anything ryan adams does is genius
Correction: Been moving through these streets forever From BALTIMORE to Amsterdam This afternoon with you was something like a letter The kind that someone writes but never sends
Check the book that comes with the CD....
Where is the last verse?
Where is the last verse?
these lyrics are all wrong... mayb i have a different version but some of the sentences are similar but the principle is different. there are verses missing, and sentences too!! hello???? this is the best song so write the right lyrics!!!!!:S
Yeah, I have the above lyrics too... I know that he recorded an older version of this song called "Dear Anne" its on the Swedish Sessions, i believe... but anyway, I think he put it on Cold Roses and entitled it "Friends" because Friends is one of his favorite shows and it was going off the air?
I personally don't think he named it after a show. To me, the song is about loving someone and knowing that life is going to take you in different directions...both of which life so inevitably invokes (loving and leaving, in one way or another).
One of my favorites.
shotgungirl: i think you are referring to his song "for beth," which is another version of the song. i looked up "dear anne" and it was completely a different song
"This afternoon with you was something like a letter The kind that someone writes but never sends"
They had all the foreplay but she didn't want to have sex.
"And when you look at me like that I know that someday it's gonna end"
She gets furious because he pressures her for sex so she looks at him in a murderous manner.