Jami was a good friend
Back when we were kids and my father got sick
We would hang out on the weekends
In a house by the cathedral
Where all the good people
Got dressed up on a Sunday
To go and spill their secrets no matter who the preacher was
We used to find that funny
But it's easy when you're young not to realize that you're lucky
When the last of your friends have gone
You learn a whole lot about hanging on and on
But if you crash and nobody sees
Just remember there will always be
A room for you in my house in the trees
Aaron was a good friend
We were in our 20s
We drove across the country
Then moved into the canyon
And he looked after the business the year that I got sick
Then we went off in different directions
Kept in touch but it never was the same
I never got to thank him
But I wrote it in a letter
I'm sure I'll send it some day
When the last of your friends have gone
You learn a whole lot about hanging on and on
But if you crash and nobody sees
Just remember there will always be
A room for you in my house in the trees
I am a lucky man
I have been so many places
When I dream it seems I'm chasing
A bittersweet, bittersweet, bittersweet memory
When the last of your friends have gone
You learn a whole lot about hanging on and on
But if you crash and nobody sees
Just remember there will always be
A room for you in my house in the trees