The Middle

I get this feeling every year
The first days of winter
Pull out that box of souvenirs
To read your old letters
In that stack of memories
Found a note you left for me
It almost feels like you’re still here

I hear your voice in every word
You told me to remember

Take each day and make it last
‘Cause you turn around and the future is the past
Here and now is all we have
The beginning and the end mean so little
What matters most is what’s in the middle

Makes me smile when I look back
To every summer
You’d forget your birthday and just laugh
And say, it’s just a number
But Sunday afternoons
They meant so much to you
The simple things were golden
You found beauty in every moment

Take each day and make it last
‘Cause you turn around and the future is the past
Here and now is all we have
The beginning and the end mean so little
What matters most is what’s in the middle

The day you’re born is just a start
Your last breath is a question mark
The story of your life is in the, in between

Take each day and make it last
‘Cause you turn around and the future is the past
Here and now is all we have

Take each day and make it last
‘Cause you turn around and the future is the past
Here and now is all we have
The beginning and the end mean so little
What matters most is what’s in the middle

What’s in the middle