Life's Too Short

Dark night you can't see through – and in it, my salvation,
I am waiting as if on tiptoe,
Curtains are pulled shut, the room is cold,
The moon shines like heavy gold,
You're not alone!

Tree crowns look like they're cut from paper,
As if someone traced the outline of the night,
Moments are sewn together as if by a single line,
I'm waiting for you – that's my one excuse,
Or maybe it's your blessing.

My friend, it isn't really about age,
It's in the tenderness of hands,
And the warmth of the voice.
Suddenly I hear: you and I are different,
And still, we are together, my friend,
This song is about you, it is for you!

You pray for me, I know,
You're glad for me, I know,
Sometimes you're afraid for me,
But you never say it.

The spotlight of your heart,
Warms me like the sun, even warmer,
My friend, may your every dream come true,
I believe it!

My friend, no, it isn't really about age,
It's in the tenderness of hands,
And in the warmth of the voice.
Suddenly I hear that you and I are different,
And still, we are together, my friend,
This song is about you, it is for you!

This song is about you, it is for you,
This song is about you, it is for you,
My friend,
My friend!

Life's Too Short

Roger Lehman