{t:Song For Adam} {st:Jackson Browne} {chords_size: 1} {chords_position: 1} {print_chords:yes} {print_major:yes} {print_minor:yes} {print_seventh:yes} {print_bemol:yes} {print_bass_not_root:yes} {font:Title,Comic Sans MS, 20, 0,true,false} {font:SubTitle,Comic Sans MS, 16, 0,true,false} {font:Lyric,Comic Sans MS, 14, 0,false,false} {font:Chord,Arial, 8, 255,false,true} {font:Comment,Comic Sans MS, 8, 16711680,false,false} {font:Tablature,Courier New, 10, 65280,false,false} {font:Header,Comic Sans MS, 10, 0,true,false} {font:Footer,Comic Sans MS, 10, 0,true,false} {font:Control,MS Sans Serif, 8, 16711680,false,false} {left_margin: 800} {right_margin: 600} {top_margin: 1000} {botton_margin: 1000} {print_orientation: 1} Though [Bm]Adam was a [Bm/A]friend of mine, I [G]did not know him well He was [D]alone in [D/C#]his ex[Bm]istence, [Bm/A]He was [G]deep into his well I could [D]guess what [D/C#]he was [Bm]laughing [Bm/A]at, But I [G]couldn't really tell Now the [D]story's [D/C#]told that [Bm]Adam [Bm/A]jumped, But I'm [G]thinking that he [D]fell {comment:repeat pattern for all verses} Together we went traveling, as we received the call His destination India, and I had none at all Well I still remember laughing, with our backs against the wall So free of fear we never thought, that one of us might fall {start_of_chorus} [G]I sit before my only [D]candle, but it's [G]so little light to find my [D]way Now this [G]story unfolds [A]before my [Bm]candle Which is [D/A]shorter every hour as it [A]reaches for the day Well I [Bm]feel just like a candle in a [F#m]way I guess I'll get [G]there but I wouldn't [D]say[A7] for [G]sure[D][A] {end_of_chorus} When we parted we were laughing still, as our goodbyes were said And I never heard from him again, as each our lives we led except for once in someone else's letter that I read Until I head the sudden word, that a friend of mine was dead {start_of_chorus} I sit before my only candle, like a pilgrim sits beside the way Now this journey appears before my candle as a song that's growing fainter, the harder I play well I fear before I am I'll fade away But I guess I'll get there, though I wouldn't say for sure {end_of_chorus} Though Adam was a friend of mine, I did not know him long And when I stood myself beside him, I never thought I was as strong still it seemed he stopped his singing in the middle of his song well I'm not the one to say I know but I'm hoping he was wrong {start_of_chorus} I'm holding out my only candle, though it's so little light to find my way now this story's been layed beneath my candle and it's shorter every hour as it reaches for the day yes I feel just like a candle in a way I hope I'll get there but I'll never pray {end_of_chorus}