Sunset slipping off the water,
same old breeze across the bay.
Your backyard sign is hanging crooked,
same place it's always stayed.
"The nights we can't remember
with friends we can't forget…"
Never figured that old sign
would outlive what it meant.
No slammed doors,
no last goodbye.
Just quieter seasons
passing by.
The nights we still remember…
without the friends we forgot.
Somewhere "maybe next week"
slipped away faster than we thought.
No one meant to leave,
no one meant to stay.
Like the last light on the ocean…
one day you turn around,
and it's gone.
The phone just stopped between us,
no reason, no alarm.
We kept chasing different oceans…
underneath the same old stars.
Funny how forever
can quietly disappear.
While old photographs keep smiling
like everyone is still here.
Maybe life just pulls us sideways,
maybe it's the road we're on.
We traced the tides to different places,
'til one day we were simply gone.
Some stories end with silence.
Some never really end.
They just turn into old memories…
waiting around the bend.
The nights we still remember…
without the friends we forgot.
Somewhere "maybe next week"
slipped away faster than we thought.
No one meant to leave,
no one meant to stay.
Like the last light on the ocean…
one day you turn around,
and it's gone.
The sign's still hanging there…
the words haven't changed.
The time that gave them meaning
has only been rearranged.
Until the sun has faded…
and we leave the stage.