(Soft, melancholic acoustic guitar picking)
Mmm... Funny how one stranger
Can become a whole chapter of your life...
When I first met you, something felt different,
Like I could've stayed there just a little bit longer.
I was with somebody, but my heart had gone quiet,
And somehow your presence made me question why.
So I started looking, trying to understand you,
Heard you weren't the kind to give yourself away.
You weren't chasing every woman that wanted you,
And somehow that made me want to know you.
We started as friends, never knowing where it'd go,
Building up a fire, just a steady, golden glow.
I kept my secrets locked behind a heavy steel door,
But you had a way of leaving me wanting so much more.
Oh, thanks for the memories, the laughter and the tears,
We shared a lifetime in those short-lived years.
You were a brother, a heart-beat, a place to call home,
Now I'm walking this dusty old road all on my own.
Yeah, thanks for the memories, for teaching me to feel,
Even when the ending didn't seem quite so real.
We spent all our nights chasing ghosts in the headlights,
Talking 'bout futures that we never quite reached.
You showed me the skyline and the beauty of the silence,
While we watched the waves crashing down on the beach.
But seasons they change, and the wind starts to carry,
The whispers of things that were never meant to stay.
I held on too tight, like a prayer that I carried,
Watching the colors all fading to gray.
Oh, thanks for the memories, the laughter and the tears,
We shared a lifetime in those short-lived years.
You were a brother, a heart-beat, a place to call home,
Now I'm walking this dusty old road all on my own.
Yeah, thanks for the memories, for teaching me to feel,
Even when the ending didn't seem quite so real.
It’s a slow-burning ache in the middle of the chest,
Putting all those wild, wandering hearts to the test.
I wouldn't trade the hurt for a life without knowing,
You’re the light in the dark, and you're finally going.
Oh, thanks for the memories, the laughter and the tears,
We shared a lifetime in those short-lived years.
You were a brother, a heart-beat, a place to call home,
Now I'm walking this dusty old road all on my own.
Yeah, thanks for the memories, for teaching me to feel,
Even when the ending didn't seem quite so real.
Yeah, you taught me to feel.
Thanks for the memories, brother.
(Fading acoustic guitar strumming)
Just a chapter in the book.
Goodbye.