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I walk the road we knew
The houses are a different blue
The fence we painted now is cracked
The promise we made is still intact
I sit on the bench alone
And trace your name into the stone
The wind is asking where you are
I point to a sky so far
The calendar page is torn
The written date is now worn
I hold the ache in my chest
I know I cannot rest
The calendar page is torn
The written date is now worn
I still expect you at the door
And I wait a little more
I sit on the bench alone
And trace your name into the stone
The wind is asking where you are
I point to a sky so far
The calendar page is torn
The written date is now worn
I hold the ache in my chest
I know I cannot rest
The calendar page is torn
The written date is now worn
I still expect you at the door
And I wait a little more