tiny hands, recycled cans
and metal bands i could not stand
the time you cried
and threw your crayons across the floor
these are the things i think about
when i'm alone without you
i wonder of your whereabouts
and hope like hell
you're happy where you are

we used to say that
you're just fine
but i still wonder all the time

hockey games, medical claims
police reports, terrible grades
but jay, i'm so proud
of all the things that you've done

i'm alright
i can see through everything you say
and all the lessons I never learned

do you still believe in the stories told
to you by my friends and i
when you were four years old
when it got so cold, our lips just froze
and we had to wait 'til summer
to find out what was said
what of the best times that we had

i know i say that
i'm just fine
but i hope you wonder
from time to time

i was nervous from the start
that our muscles might tear us apart
from the words that carve our lives
to the words that take us by surprise
from the sounds that disappeared
to the changes we'd begin to fear
(i can hear you clearly)
one day i'll fail to breathe
and all you'll have are memories