I miss my mom, I miss my dad
I miss the road, I miss my band
Giving hugs and shaking hands
It’s a mystery I suppose
Just how long this thing goes
But there’ll be crowds and there’ll be shows
And there will be light after dark
Some day when we aren’t six feet apart
i just saw a quote that said “the hardest part about walking away from someone is not walking away. it’s the part where you realize that, no matter how slowly you walk, they’ll never even think about running after you” and that cut deep.