Three Best Friends
Three young boys, all best friends.
Johnny eight, Jackie nine and Danny ten
Each day, we would dream and play
We swore things would never change
People, places and things would remain the same
We were Robin Hood and his Merry Men
Riders of the Pony Express, Cowboys of the West
Tarzan's of the jungle, Pilot's of the sky
We could be anything we wanted
Until sun went down, and we said our good-bys
Seasons rolled by, we slowly became young men
We were still best friends, we just grew up
People, places and things did change
We went our separate ways
We promised not to say any good-bys