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I had a high school friend, he liked to hunt muskrats and rabbitsAnd he liked to draw and he liked to listen to Ian Gillan with Black SabbathBut one night outside a Canton, Ohio pool hallSomething transpired, he stuck a man with a screwdriver, stole his car and he hauledHe did three years in Tico Reformatory and the rumors of what went on in there were most chilling horror storiesNot long after he was set free, he left his parent's house at 1am and wrapped his car around a treeAnd I was in Pacific Grove, California when I got the callI talked with his mother and his father and his brothers, I talked to them all About his love for heavy metal, his love for hunting and how good he could drawAnd I laid down next to my girlfriend Deena, life a child I bawledOne thanksgiving when I was pretty youngMe and my dad got into it over something and we fought and he wonAnd I went running barefoot off into the snowAnd I sought refuge at a neighbor's house and later that night I came homeAnd in the midst of all the agonies and hardness I felt, somehow the wonder of life always prevailsAnd in the midst of all the awkwardness, all my growing pains, somehow the wonder of life always remainsEvery day, I get out and I walkEvery day, I get on the phone with someone and I talkIt's good to have friends who love you, care and understandWho have your back and don't judge you, criticize you, or make demandsEvery day, for miles I walk along the Monterey Pines, the Marina to Aquatic ParkAnd I look at the Marin Headlands, Tiburon, Sausalito, Angel Island, from the end of fishing pierOh my, I couldn't ask for more, my eyes couldn't ever want for moreOh my, I watch the seagulls fly for half my life I've watched the ferry boats and the barges go bySongtexteIt's February, it'll be the 10th year anniversary of when I lost a friend to cancer and there's times when I still can't believe itBut I'm so grateful for all the time we got to spend in Pescadero, Point Reyes, Mendocino, San Rafael and FairfaxThough I'm reminded of her passing especially when it rains, somehow the wonder of life always remainsAnd every Christmas I get pictures of her growing daughter, and her face looks more and more like her motherSpent this thanksgiving in seat 21E of an SAS airplane flying over the Baltic and the north seaOn my way home from Stockholm and Malmo and Gottenburg and Copenhagen all I could think of in my seat was getting back home to my girlfriendShe'd be away until Saturday or Sunday down in Orange county with her family for the holidayBut it's alright, I can't cry, can't complain, because I'm just about to land in a 737 airplaneLooking down at the city of Martinez and the Carkinas Strait and that San Francisco pacific ocean and north bayAnd at the golden gate and Oakland bay bridges and the many boats that sail, and the wonder of life always prevails Aus Songtexte Mania