In best man falls We would stand on the wall Then prepare for a grisly fate Someone shouted out the manner of execution Then we’d die as best we could Then we’d put it to a vote

In the following years We’d return to those fears Try to rise, to stand tall
Then face what fate awaited us Never knowing what was right
And if someone told the price we’d pay
Nostalgia would always get in the way

There are no friends in business Acquaintances at best Bad deals don’t lead to forgiveness Start again like all the rest When best man falls you gotta take stock You never know who will be next on the chopping block

(c) words and music G Todd 2025