Verse 1 The house has forgotten how to laugh. It only knows how to echo now. Sometimes I stop because I think I hear you… Then I remember… Silence can sound like footsteps when you’ve been alone for too long. I still look out of the window every evening. Not because I expect miracles. Because I don’t know how to stop. Verse 2 I looked for you everywhere. Train stations. Bus stops. Airports. Small cafés where nobody knew my name. Crowded streets. Empty beaches. Places we never even visited together. I thought maybe I’d recognize your face before I recognized my own. Months became years. The world kept moving. I didn’t. Chorus Where did you go? Did I miss the moment you disappeared? Was there something I should have said… Something I should have seen… I kept chasing a memory… Thinking it was you. Verse 3 Then one ordinary evening… The front door opened. No thunder. No music. No warning. You simply walked in… As though you’d only been outside for a moment. You looked exactly the way I remembered. Maybe a little wiser. Maybe I was. I couldn’t move. I only managed to ask… “Where have you been?” Bridge You smiled. Not because it was funny. Because you already knew the answer. “I’ve always been here. Every morning you rushed through. Every sunset you never stopped to watch. Every song you started but never finished. Every time you thought tomorrow would be a better day. I’ve been standing right beside you. But you’ve been so busy trying to become someone… That you forgot to notice the life that was already waiting for you. You never lost me. You only stopped seeing me.” Instrumental (The harmonica fades into a warm Hammond B3. Brushed drums begin to breathe. A bass joins. A soulful electric guitar answers the melody. The room slowly fills with sound, as if hope itself has entered the house.) Final Chorus Now I understand. You never disappeared. You were hidden inside ordinary moments. Inside quiet mornings. Inside unfinished songs. Inside every breath I hurried through. I wasn’t searching for you. I was searching for the part of myself… That forgot how to see you. Outro Sometimes the people we miss… Never leave. Sometimes they become so close… That we stop looking. And one day… When the noise finally fades… We discover… They’ve been standing beside us… All along.
