Verse 1 I found your record in a box today, Dust on the cover, but the song still played. Funny how a voice can feel so close, When the person behind it is long gone. You sounded like somebody chasing the sun, Like you knew you had a race to run. You had a million things left to say, But somehow you ran out of days. Pre-Chorus And I know we weren’t there, I know we don’t know the truth, About the battles you were fighting, About the weight you carried through. Chorus But you were only 27, You were still becoming who you’d be. Still had roads you hadn’t travelled, Still had songs we’d never hear you sing. And the world keeps saying your name, Like that makes losing you okay. But I wonder who you would’ve been If you’d just had one more day. Verse 2 They put your face up on the walls now, They call you a legend, call you a star. But before the stories and the headlines, You were just somebody trying to get this far. You had friends who miss your laugh, You had people who knew your heart. Not just the songs, not just the spotlight, Not just the way you played your part. Pre-Chorus Maybe fame is a beautiful thing, Maybe fame is a heavy chain. Everybody wants to know your story, Nobody wants to know your pain. Chorus Because you were only 27, You weren’t supposed to become a memory. You were supposed to grow older, You were supposed to see what you’d be. And we keep playing your records, Like you might walk through the door. Like maybe this time the song will finish And you’ll be here once more. Bridge Maybe there’s a room somewhere Where all the lost ones meet. Where Hendrix picks up that guitar, Where Amy gets some peace. Where Kurt can put the weight down, Where Janis can finally breathe. Where nobody asks for anything… They just let them be. Final Chorus You were only 27, Not a story, not a sign. Not a number people whisper When they talk about your life. You were someone’s favourite person, Someone’s reason to smile. And I wish the world had given you A little more time. Outro So I’ll keep playing your songs, I’ll keep turning them up. For every dream that burned too bright, For every heart that gave too much. Twenty-seven… It’s just a number after all. But some people leave behind A sound that never falls.
