And it’s the way he looked at life
there with his crooked smile,
and it’s the boots he wore that
were just twice his size.
And it’s the orange swimming glasses
and that grey Sonic t-shirt,
that reminded us
when we were just a kid.
Yeah, we do get old,
but hearts keep beating,
and they keep feeling and caring like they did before.
It’s like when he said “we’re islands now”,
well it doesn’t have to be that way…
or at least i will rely on you,
and know that, even after all, we’re here, alive.
And it’s the nights you spend at home drowning in regrets
and it’s those things you did or did not do in the past.
And it’s those kids that pass you by
that make you smile or shout or cry
until you see you’ve time to live anyway.