1994 Cosyng Music / BMI My good companion, my old friend May the angels sing hope in your ears again I miss your voice in my kitchen at night But I am done with losing sleep Watching you lose your long dark fight It's weary travel, and a cold road There are easier highways than the ones you choose to go I've lost the romance for wounds that don't heal I don't think we find our courage getting broken on the wheel My good companion don't forget your prayers I'll ask a little of my hope to sneak up on you somewhere And offer a shoulder of sober, steady grace A little hope, my good companion, lights the angels to our face