[Intro — Lazy, Twangy Guitar, Faint Barroom Ambience, Soft Pedal Steel] Funny thing about time... It never asks permission. Just pulls up a chair, And leaves somebody different sitting in it. [Verse 1] I miss how much fun you had with your friends, Those Friday nights you swore would never end. Laughing too loud, raising hell in the street, Like the whole damn world was yours to beat. You chased a little trouble just to see where it'd go, Had a pocketful of dreams and nowhere to go. You wore that crooked grin like a king wore a crown, And if the roof was on fire, you'd still stick around. [Pre-Chorus — Bass Deepens, Pedal Steel Slowly Rises] You didn't know what the years could steal, Or how a grown man's heart learns not to feel. You hadn't met the weight that a promise can bring, Or heard how quiet gets when you lose everything. [Chorus — Wide, Cinematic, Smoky Vocal] Oh, I miss the way you were, Wild as the wind, with your head in the clouds. You could turn a little nothing into something to remember, And laugh so damn hard you could wake up December. You never watched the clock or counted the cost, Never knew what a man could lose and get lost. If I could buy one night, I'd know what I'd do... I'd spend every last dollar just to sit awhile with you. [Verse 2] I miss how you'd dance when the jukebox played, Didn't give a damn what the neighbors would say. You'd talk to a stranger like you'd known him for years, Turn a bad night around with a couple cold beers. You thought every pretty girl might be the one, And every goodbye meant the next day's sun. You had more nerve than a man had sense, And somehow made a dollar feel like thirty cents. Now the old gang's scattered, some moved away, Some don't answer when you call these days. The places you haunted have new names on the doors, And the bar where you laughed ain't your bar anymore. [Bridge — Stripped-Back Acoustic, Intimate Vocal] I ain't saying you were better, Hell, you could be a pain. You'd bet your rent on a bad idea And do it all again. But you knew how to live inside a moment, Never begged the world to stay. You could find a little gold in a lousy afternoon, Then throw the whole damn night away. [Verse 3 — Slow, Reflective, Slightly Hopeful] Maybe you ain't gone as far as people say, Maybe you're buried underneath the everyday. Maybe there's a little of that old fire left, Under all you carry and the weight upon your chest. So if you hear that old song playing, And your foot begins to move, Don't sit there looking foolish Like you've got something left to prove. Go on and laugh a little louder, Let the night run past two. There's still a little room for living... There's still a little room for you. [Final Chorus — Cinematic, Full Band, Gentle Backing Harmonies] Oh, I miss the way you were, Wild as the wind, with your head in the clouds. You could turn a little nothing into something to remember, And laugh so damn hard you could wake up December. You never watched the clock or counted the cost, Never knew what a man could lose and get lost. If I could buy one night, I'd know what I'd do... I'd spend every last dollar just to sit awhile with you. [Outro — Band Falls Away, Solo Acoustic Guitar and Faint Pedal Steel] Funny thing about time... It never asks permission. But every now and then, When the right old song comes on... I swear I see the younger me smiling. That wild-eyed kid I used to be, Still laughing like the world was ours. And for a little while... I get to sit beside him again.
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