Watching our last night draw closer
Guess this means I’m getting older
How’d we never see what this might mean?
The hardest part of moving toward our dreams
Your picture in my wallet
I cried the day I saw it
That crazy little kid I knew just grew
I like the man you turned into
Horizon lightens as the fire dies
And we start to make our goodbyes
We feel the minutes quickly pass
Wish we had a million and a way to make them last
What you’ve been to me you’ll never know
And as I stand and watch you go
You turn back long enough to smile and say
“I’ll see you again someday.”
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