The thought would always come to me, when I'd answer the call. A pessimist, I always would presume her words would bare terrible news, a thousand times, a fall. And I can't believe I didn't see it sooner. So I was sitting in that summer breeze, while you were struggling to breathe, With someone's wife who I don't even know, and you were letting go. I'll feel awful on the day that it goes - a part of me will stay to watch the fall. Now it's gone I'll hold it close, to keep you here with me. I'll hold this torch and carry on in memory. This big old house, these empty rooms, the very walls are built of you. I guess you couldn't sing your final song until the last one of us came along. I was sitting in that summer breeze, while you were struggling to breathe, With someone's wife who I still hardly know, and you were letting go. And I'll feel awful on the day that it goes, a part of me will stay to listen. As all the years disappear, the paper gets thrown out and it all comes falling down again. I Watch it all just fade away into memory. But it's okay, I'll carry you, the only way I know, This is letting go.