[intro – spoken, deep voice, soft acoustic only] your name is carved in stone, but i still hear your laugh carried on the wind. old forge streets, the trails, the firelight — they still belong to you. the mayor of this town, my brother, my blood… weasel in the breeze, never alone. [verse 1] i stared at your name, frozen on the screen each word you sent still cuts straight into me it was hard not to call, hard not to break hard not to chase back the steps i can’t retrace [pre-chorus] and all i wanted was to ease the weight to say i’m still here, i won’t walk away but healing don’t come when the wheel keeps spinning we’re caught in a fight that no one’s winning [chorus] i’m not numb, i’m just trying to breathe standing tall in what’s left of me even when the storm rolls in even when i beg to let you back in brother, you’re gone but you still remain etched in my blood, carved in my veins weasel in the breeze, you guide me home never alone, never alone [verse 2] the nights get long, silence hits hard your shadow moves through these backyard stars i would trade my days, i would burn my years for one more call just to hear you clear [pre-chorus] and i still reach out to the empty space swear i can feel your hand, your grace but healing don’t come when we chase what’s missing the song just repeats, the grief keeps hitting [chorus] i’m not numb, i’m just trying to breathe standing tall in what’s left of me even when the storm rolls in even when i beg to let you back in brother, you’re gone but you still remain etched in my blood, carved in my veins weasel in the breeze, you guide me home never alone, never alone [bridge] never alone— never alone— never aloooooone— (falsetto hold) never alone— never alone— never aloooooone— (falsetto hold) [post-chorus refrain] never alone, never alone never aloooooone, never alone never alone, never alone never aloooooone, never alone [final chorus] i’m not numb, i’m just trying to breathe standing tall in what’s left of me even when the storm rolls in even when i beg to let you back in brother, you’re gone but you still remain etched in my blood, carved in my veins weasel in the breeze, you guide me home never alone, never alone [outro – spoken, deep voice, soft acoustic only] we carried you high where the mountain breaks the sky. your ashes on the peak you climbed with pride. we carried you low where the water runs wide. the lake you loved will hold you for all time. the pines keep your secret, the breeze speaks your name. old forge remembers — it won’t ever be the same. but you’re not gone. you’re stitched into this place, in the mountain, in the lake, and in me. never alone… never alone. Rest in eternal Peace Weasel, Nikolas Simone July, Fourth, Twenty, Twenty-Five Love Ya Pal