And we asked if any gold could stay
And when we pass, do we only pass away?
And I was not alone in being unaware
That you were calm that you were confident, composed
And anything but scared
We, by 2002 or 3 were done with innocence and insolence washed over me
I, by 2004 or 5 had found that insolence breeds nothing more than ignorance
And foolish, foolish pride
And as we stood there in the light
I swear I saw your faces shine and you said you thought so did mine
And when the night came down we were the same three stupid kids
But even stupid kids are smart enough to know
It wasn’t us or what we did
And she asked “do you love the sound of snow?”
I put my ear against the glass and whispered “no”
How do you love a place so cold, all but 4 months of the year you spend inside?
She said I don’t, but some of us look at the heart
We make angels in the snow and we light candles in the dark
And when she laughed, then I knew
She was the only one I’d seen since you had died
Stretched out in the lifeboat staring at the sky
And the sky stretched back and looked at me my dear
And I asked Sam if Hope Floats to which he replied
Well Mark, there isn’t much that doesn’t float up here
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