[Intro — William, tired, low] Nobody tells you the hardest part isn't finding them. It's knowing when to let them stay lost. [Verse 1] Every night's the same old vigil — someone sitting in the dark, convinced the world got smaller than the wound left on their heart. [Verse 2] Most nights I just sit beside them. Don't say much. Don't need to try. Just enough to prove the silence isn't always saying goodbye. [Pre-Chorus] But some nights they don't want me there. Some nights the door stays closed. And I have learned the hardest lesson — love don't mean you get to choose. [Chorus] Not everyone that's lost wants finding. Not every hand gets taken hold. I've knelt beside a hundred thousand and walked away from some, so cold. [Verse 3] I don't judge 'em for the choosing. I've stood too close to that same ledge. But it don't make it hurt any softer, turning back from someone's edge. [Chorus repeats] Not everyone that's lost wants finding. Not every hand gets taken hold. I've knelt beside a hundred thousand and walked away from some, so cold. [Bridge — just the horn, wordless, mournful] [Final Verse — quieter, almost a confession] I'll come back tomorrow night, though. I always do. I always will. Some doors take longer knocking. Some souls just need the knocking still. [Outro — William, barely audible] That's the work. Not the saving. Just... staying close enough to try.
