Give me a back corner table, sir
Because tonight I’m dining alone –
I just stopped in to ask you quick
Where do broken friendships go?
I’m not sure of what has happened
But a friendship seems to have been spurned –
And sorrow has simply settled in
And bridges have been burned.
Don’t they know that it matters not
Where they have gone before?
But that instead it’s where we go from here
That matters so much more?
Set me up with another round
And help me to understand –
Just where do broken friendships go
And when does the heartache end?
Is there a friendship garden planted
Somewhere up in the sky –
Where caring and compassion
Are sent to wither and to die?
Bring on one last round, sir
Before this evening comes to an end –
So that I can drink to what once was
And to my true, but broken, friend.
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