The last thing you said to me was this "I wouldn't trade you for the world"
(I couldn't trade you for the world)
Because in the moment I knew how it truly felt to be loved unconditionally
When you held me on the back porch underneath the setting sun
You are the torch that lights the way through the darkest times in my life
Like coals that would burn beneath my feet to keep me moving on
Will you sing me to sleep the way you did when I was young
When you held me on the back porch underneath the setting sun
I got time to kill but I won't waste a second cause
I've grown tired of
Waiting and wasting away
Right now it seems all I know and love is gone
Except my beat up guitar and unfinished songs
At least I finished this one
(The last thing you said to me was this "I wouldn't trade you for the world")