[Verse] Thoughts are curious things... Can't leave well enough alone... Mull over every memory... Down to the bone... It's funny what we think about... Hell even right now... Looking back to when I's a child... Under the same sky... I'm under now... But how it looked... So different back then... I remember one... Particularly starry night... Me and my dad... Looking at those... Dots so bright... He said somethin'... "Stars don't know us... even though we know them... So though we might... they'll never forget..." I guess it really don't mean much... But those words... Just like the stars... I'll never forget... [Warm banjo picking and acoustic guitar strumming] [Pre-Chorus] But dads die... So do stars... But we can still see the stars... Long after they're dead... People only linger... Inside the head... [Chorus] Going over everything... We should have said... If only what ifs... Could talk to the dead... If only thought... Could turn back that clock, rewind the time... Thoughts and memories... Feel worthless sometimes... When all they do is hurt... And make us ask, "Why didn't I?" But I think... We're meant to lose the ones we love... If not only for to show... How much they meant to us... [Warm banjo and acoustic guitar] [Verse] I wonder what... You'd think of me now... What you'd say... If you was around... Would you recognize... The man I've become... Or still see that boy... You called your son... There's things I'd tell you... Things I'd leave out... Things I'd apologize for... Things we'd laugh about... Maybe we'd sit... Under that same old sky... You'd point to the stars... I'd ask you why... You said what you said... All those years ago... Was it somethin' profound? Hell... Did you even know? Or just somethin'... A father tells his boy... To fill up the silence... And watch him enjoy... [Warm fiddle slowly joins the banjo] [Pre-Chorus] 'Cause dads die... So do stars... But we can still see the stars... Long after they're dead... People only linger... Inside the head... [Chorus] Going over everything... We should have said... If only what ifs... Could talk to the dead... If only thought... Could turn back that clock... Rewind the time... Thoughts and memories... Feel worthless sometimes... When all they do is hurt... And make us ask... "Why didn't I?" But I think... We're meant to lose... The ones we love... If not only for to show... How much... They meant to us... [Instrumental — warm banjo, acoustic guitar and aching fiddle beneath the quiet night] [Outro] And as it turns out... Well they mean a lot... [Slow melancholic fiddle, banjo, and acoustic guitar fading out together]
