LOTR

We all spit fire, got a little burned But I never felt slighted, not even a bit spurned Would you jump off a bridge if they told you to Depends on the temp and my point of view The DNR came and I lost my shoe And Steve's left foot caught a flathead screw No man left behind, we pulled him through So here's my cliche song About the street that I grew up on No irony or feelings blue About the times we had on Sunshine Avenue And it's like you were never gone When you're back home And the drives on the Saturdays I told you guys And discolored eyes I thought you would never leave Never will view you as less than kin So here's my cliche song About the street that I grew up on No irony or feelings blue About the times we had on Sunshine Avenue And I can't say your wrong About decisions when you were gone Because everyone's got a reason hiding Beneath the many things that bind them And I hope you never thought that I was holding you back Or that was something that you factored in before you had left Cause I don't think I could live with myself if I was the prick That forced you out of this town That made you so sick of the nights out on the Chesapeake On my father's boat Biking down to Bradshaw braving Goettner's slope I know I've missed your stories and your wondrous bluntness I thought you were the lone stone that guided my compass You fill my lungs