My Friends

A E My friends have different points of view E F F#m D A E And some are cynical, and some are just confused by the issues A E Sometimes we fight for days and days E F F#m D A E Bm Until I can't recall what I was trying to say in the first place Bm E But for better or for worse Bm D E Whether whispering secrets, or shouting 'till my voice is hoarse A Bm Of all the friends I've made A Bm And all the lost debates A Bm There's none that I would trade D For anything