When you go and lose the shoulder that you cried on
Now you're looking for the hill you wanna die on
You're watching on as the wind blows over
Bringing the leaves and us closer to October
Oh I cry, when I lie down
Cause I miss the touch, the warmth I had beside me
When I die, I hope I'm found
And remembered for the lives that I changed dearly
Will they, think of me
When I'm, not around?
Will they tell my stories to the young?
Will they, speak of me
Of my written sound
Will they share my love of the words I sung?
Sometimes I think I'm meant to be part of the sunrise
But then I'd miss the glimpse of light that shines in her eyes
I know that someday down the line
I will be thankful
She'll bring out her guitar, play the song, and we'll go
Oh I cry, when I lie down
Cause I miss the touch, the warmth I had beside me
When I die, I hope I'm found
And remembered for the lives that I changed dearly
Will they, think of me
When I'm, not around?
Will they tell my stories to the young?
Will they, speak of me
Of my written sound
Will they share my love of the words I sung?
Will they, think of me
When I'm, not around?
Will they tell my stories to the young?
Will they, speak of me
Of my written sound
Will they share my love of the words I sung?
Will they, think of me
When I'm, not around?
Will they tell my stories to the young?
Will they, speak of me
Of my written sound
Will they share my love of the words I sung?