

An envelope of heavy paper on my kitchen floor
A name I hadn't spoken since we walked out of that door
So I
bought a ticket, caught a train,
and rode it all alone
Heading to a crowded room of people we had known
And the glass was raised,
the room was bright (ooh-ooh) But I was hiding in the shadow
of the night
Expecting nothing
but a polite hello
Just a ghost from a life we used to know
He found me by the hallway where the coat racks line the
wall
He pulled me in a quiet room,
away from it all
He looked at me and said,
'My friend, when you walked away
It was the hardest thing we ever faced
back in that day'
But then he smiled and said,
'It made us who we are
Sometimes you have to break to see the rising star
It made us better men,
the miles we had to trace'
And I saw the years of heavy weight wash right off his
face And the glass was raised,
the room was bright (yeah!) And there was no more hiding in
the shadow of the night
We found our peace in the things we had to let go
Two better men
from the lives we used to know
We became better men...
(mmm-hmm) Better men in the end