Sixty years ago John was my best friend.
The fondest memory of my childhood days.
We took life for a ride, and we did it side by side.
Until the day we went our separate ways.

Today I got a letter addressed to me from John.
It was dated the day before he passed away.
As I read I fell apart, what he wrote broke my heart.
The last words, to me, he had to say......

”Do you remember when we were kids?
The things we talked about, the things we did.
How we always tried to look out for each other?
Through the good times and the bad
You were the best friend I ever had.
The closest thing I had to a brother.”

Fifty years ago we drifted apart,
I found my fame and fortune in L.A.
I was a T.V. star, I worked hard and I went far.
But in time the brightest stars can fade away.

I got some pictures out and sat down on the couch.
As old familiar memories filled my head.
The tears fell from my eyes as I looked up to the skies.
And remembered the last thing that he said......

“Do you remember when we were kids?
The things we talked about, the things we did.
How we always tried to look out for each other?
Through the good times and the bad
You were the best friend I ever had.
The closest thing I had to a brother.”

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