Michael W. Smith
Old Friends
Sweet Martha only talks
About her days gone by
When her life was full
And there just was no time to cry
But somehow, her days got longer
Her nights, they never end
Martha doesn't need some program
Oh, Martha needs a friend
She only needs a friend
It's a sad, sad world for the lonely
But there's none too great
That love won't mend
You can have a part
If you will open up your heart
And take your love to some old friend
Charlie never thinks himself
As someone growing old
A mind just as keen
As when he wore a young man's clothes
Placed in a home
Where he'll be tended 'til the end
Charlie doesn't just need your prayers
But Charlie needs a friend
He only needs a friend
It's a sad, sad world for the lonely
Oh, but there's none too great
That love won't mend
And you can have a part
If you will open up your heart
And take your love to some old friend
Take your love to some old friend
My much belated visit
I finally made the other day
But when I walked into his room
They told me that Charlie passed away
Passed away, away