As pretty as a song    A song could ever be    Like Christmas on a river    Without a boat or Christmas tree    This afternoon with you was something like a letter   The kind that someone writes but never sends    And when you look at me    You remind me that someday it's gonna end    And when you pass on    I bet you miss your friends       As simple as a breeze    Tugging hard upon the sail    Been moving through these streets forever    From Istanbul to Amsterdam    This afternoon with you was something like a letter   The kind that someone writes but never sends    And when you look at me    You remind me that someday it's gonna end    And when you pass on    God, I bet you miss your friends       As pretty as a song    A song could ever be    Like Christmas on a river    Without a boat or Christmas tree    This afternoon with you was something like a letter   The kind that someone writes but never sends    And when you look at me    You remind me that someday it's gonna end    And when you pass on    God, I bet you miss your friends    Miss your friends    God, I bet you miss your friends