Bruno Major
He could buy you a bed, But it won't help you sleep. He could give you a watch, But not his time to keep. He could fly you to Verona or a mountain in the snow, But he won't know the places that we used to go. I heard he's best friends with Hollywood now, And he can afford all the champagne in town. I heard he's got a big house up on easy street, But I've got a big heart that I want you to keep. My fair-weather friend, I wish you could see. He'll never love you, Quite like me. He'll sing you a sad song just like one of mine, But I know it won't make you cry. Don't you remember, The promise we made. As our shadows grew long, In the field where we lay. That you'd always be you, And I'd always be me. As the sun fell asleep, And so did we. My fair-weather friend, I wish you could see. He'll never love you, Quite like me. He'll sing you a sad song just like one of mine, But I know it won't make you cry. My fair-weather friend, I wish you could see. He'll never love you, Quite like me. He'll sing you a sad song just like one of mine, But I know it won't make you cry. I know it won't make you cry.