It’s a symptom of advancing age
the number of dead people you know
even those you thought invincible
Steadily that number grows

For people are always dying
Even the ones you believed in

and there comes a time in life
when your won mortality hits you
Faith in a book won’t save you
But an attitude toward life can break you

And feelings on death can free you
Even the feelings you believed in

I’d take it all in stride
when another friend of mine had died
And though the loss — it saddens me
There’s something to say for being free

And the loss of a friend bereaves you
Even the friends you believed in

It’s a symptom of advancing age
Even a fatalist will tell you
All the dead friends you ever loved
Cannot really save us

And life’s too good to let it pain us
For the friends we’ve loved
have made us

The friends we’ve loved
are who we are.