The Middle

The Middle
I get this feeling every year
The first days of winter
Pull out that box of souvenirs
To read your old letters

In that stack of memories
Found a note you left for me
It almost feels like you're still here
I hear your voice in every word
You told me to remember
Take each day
And make it last
'Cause you turn around
And the future is the past
Here and now
Is all we have
The beginning and the end mean so little
What matters most is
What's in the middle
Makes me smile
When I look back to every summer
You forget your birthday
And just laugh
Say it's just a number
But Sunday afternoons
They meant so much to you
The simple things were golden
You found beauty in every moment
The day you're born
Is just a start
Your last breath
Is a question mark
The story of your life
Is in the in-between
Take each day
And make it last
Cause you turn around
And the future is the past
Here and now is all we have

Take each day
And make it last
Cause you turn around
And the future is the past
Here and now is all we have
The beginning and the end mean so little
What matters most is
What's in the middle
What's in the middle