I wish we could've been there
I never could shed yesterday's skin
When the "until next time's" turn into "I may never see you again's"
We'll vow to remember that
It will always be more than a sound to us
And we will hold close every fucking word we said
It's in the action and in the first step you take when you walk off that plank
And you know it's over but it's truly just beginning
It's that conflicting feeling that strikes when you haven't slept in days
And you're left stumbling out of the van half-awake
Knowing an old familiar face will redeem that faith before morning steals us away
And maybe (maybe) we'll walk off with dignity
Every fight outweighed by the belief in what this meant
Even if there's nothing left for you and me here
It was for the kids who lost all faith in this life
And for those who beat their heads against the wall
You can take the ideal to the world outside
We'll kiss these rooms goodbye
We'll kiss it all goodbye
As we tip our hats to half-mast flags and moments of silence
And farewell hugs on the steps outside will remind us of what we leave behind
We could still be a movement
There's so much more to say
We don't have to die in Jackson's shade before the crossing
With this marrow of doubt in our bones
Romanticizing the beliefs we thought we couldn't hold as we grew older
But old man, can't you see
We all ache, we all need, we all mourn, we're all fucking losing
What is the same of me is the same of you
I'll hold here
I'll hold here