Friends are leaving and I've got a feeling its gonna to be hard this time. So close to finding me situation every time they walk away and every time they just part they're ways. But every time its going to be okay.
'Cause birds must fly when they feel a breeze and some must climb the tall trees. Everyone has to chase their dreams. I'm just as guilty of all of these.
But those special people you sometimes meet bring those inspirational parts to me. And every time they part their ways. Every time they just walk away they leave a part to me, they help me see how real good friends can be. How to be free. How to be me. Without you where would I be?
So I'll say goodbye, without a tear in my eye 'cause we've shared so many good times. And I'll think of you and those little things every time you walk away. Every time you just part your way. But everytime its gonna be okay.
So fly away cause I feel a breeze. I know I'll see you in another tree. Yeah, I know I'll see you again someday. I know we'll meet again.