Fewer Faces

(hummmmm) Used to have a crowded room

Every weekend,

chasing the moon

Now the table is set

for two

And the quiet

feels brand new

Because the older I get,

the fewer friends I have

But the ones who stay,

they hold the path

We don't need a crowd to make it last

The older I get,

the fewer friends I have (ahhhh)

Names fade on an old screen

Promises made when we were nineteen

No hard feelings, no bitter end

Just the natural bending of the wind

We used to count them on both hands

Now it's just the few who understand

Who we are,

and where we've been

The older I get,

the fewer friends I have

(the fewer I have) (hummmmm)