days left behind

we could sit around the campfire

toast marshmallows in the night

tell ghost stories and sing cowboy songs

till the sun comes in sight

life gets shorter every day

people become more unkind

we need to see more joy and loving

in the days left behind

we could all be at the kitchen table

telling stories about our youth

exaggerating childhood trouble

in between moments of the truth

it's these leftovers we consume

at banquets we will dine

we all need to hear the stories

in the days left behind

come with mr, don't be afraid

memory is our best friend

it lives inside our bone and blood

it always comes around again

let us hold on to each other

until death robs us blind

we all need to love each other

in the days left behind