[Verse I] Father used to say the eldest leaves the table last. Not because the meal was over, but because someone should notice who was still hungry. He taught me how to greet a noble, how to keep my shoulders straight, how to listen more than speaking, how a family earns its name. It's strange... those lessons never left me. The halls did. The banners did. The silver did. But somehow, the important parts remained. [Pre-Chorus] Now I count doors instead of servants, footsteps instead of guests. Old lessons have a way of surviving long after the world they belonged to. [Chorus] Sit with me a little longer. Let the fire burn down slow. Tell that story one more time, even though we all know how it goes. Tomorrow I'll count the roads again. Tomorrow I'll wake before the dawn. But tonight... I'd rather just be your brother. [Verse II] I don't remember the last night we were children. Maybe there wasn't one. Maybe it slipped away so quietly that none of us noticed. One day people stopped looking for Father. They started looking at me. As though I already knew which road was safer. Which stranger was lying. How to stretch one loaf between three empty stomachs. Truth is... I learned the same way we learned everything. One tomorrow at a time. [Pre-Chorus II] The streets still change every morning. Faces come. Faces leave. Most dangers never announce themselves. That's why I learned to notice first. [Chorus II] Share the bread. Pass the bottle. Laugh before the fire grows dim. Some victories are quieter than songs will ever sing. If the night ends with all of us together... then the day asked enough. Tomorrow I'll count the roads again. Tonight... this is enough. [Bridge] Sometimes I still remember the sound of polished floors. Not because I miss them. Because I remember how certain everything felt. Back then, I thought a home was built from stone. Turns out... it can fit inside three shadows walking the same road. And maybe... that's why I never looked back. Not because there was nothing left. Because everything that mattered kept walking beside me. [Final Chorus] Sit with me a little longer. The road will still be there. Morning has never once forgotten where to find us. Tomorrow I'll watch the corners. I'll count the roads. I'll listen before I speak. Like always. But tonight... tell that story one more time. Laugh before the fire dies. Stay awake until the stars grow pale. Let me remember what we almost lost... not the house. Not the name. Us. Because if we're still here when the sun comes up... if I hear your voices before I hear the road... then I'd choose this life again. Every cold night. Every empty table. Every mile. Every burden. Just to sit here... for one more hour... and simply be your brother.
