Friends Lyrics - Phish

Friends 

If the lord ever comes 

Descending from the skies in some fiery fashion 

As so many say he will 

You will not see me 

Going joyously to greet him expecting my deliverance 

But running for the hills 

For if such a day should come to pass 

This is no God come to save the human race 

But a big boat, like the ones our forefathers sailed 

Having made it across the great ocean to our shores 

From outer space 

And friends 

When that boat finally comes 

Ascending from the depths of our imagination 

To appear within our sight 

We'll be born again 

As we've been so many times all throughout the ages 

When we find that we're not right 

And with darkness lifted from our eyes 

Then we'll find what should come as no surprise 

We're on a big boat like the ones our forefathers sailed 

Headed across the great ocean from our shores to outer space