meandpaul

Nothing lives here anymore
Nothing remains 
We all grew up 
And went our own ways 
And nothing is left to prove we 
Ever were there 

Your bike was given to your little brother 

I hope every time 
You see the stars at night
Painted on that black Texas sky 
You think of me 

I hope you think of me 
When you see the mountains 
And how they're framed by the sky

There's a young child sitting on the bench 
Her father sitting next to her 
And they're calm and it's peaceful 

In four years 
I will be grown 
I will no longer be a little kid 
Sitting in my father's truck 
A ford from 77 
That he sold that when I turned thirteen
Even though he promised it to me 

Here 
I will wait 
To see what will change 
And what will stay the same 
I wish I had stayed 
When it wasn't my choice 
So I left 
And you grew old