Jason Webley Album

We'll always remember,
Times we passed together.
Strange, the things we never knew.

Friends don't stay forever,
Some things don't get better.
Still, I've had these days with you.

Say you love me, I will say the same.
Years will follow, you and I both change.
Won't you always be around?
Won't you always be around?

We'll always remember,
Times we passed together.
Strange, the things we never knew.

Friends don't stay forever,
Some things don't get better.
Still, I've had these days with you.

All the parties, all of the mistakes,
Every promise, we would never break.
Did I always let you down?
Did I always let you down?

We'll always remember,
Times we passed together.
Strange, the things we never knew.

Friends don't stay forever,
Some things don't get better.
Still, I've had these days with you.

Sometimes we remember,
Now, if not forever.
Strange, the things that we all do.

Things don't stay together,
Some friends don't get better.
Still I've had these days with you.

Leave me a few things, in your palms for me to sing.
I hope you understand, I love the clutter of your hands.
Leave me a few things, only a few things,
A seed to plant, a phrase to chant, a name to put in my story.
Leave me these few things, a precious few things.
A phrase to plant, a name to chant, a seed to put in my story.

Going to Seattle, driving all the way to Austin,
I'm on the road to Albuquerque, moving out to Boston,
Gotta leave Olympia, I'm getting out of Aberdeen,
Start over in Chicago or in Madison, Wisconsin.

A wedding, your family, the sickness, the stars,
Moving and traveling to get far, to get far,
Away from it, far from it, who am I to say?
A suitcase, a ticket, a new place, a new place.
Roadside rest, gas stations, a lake,
Corrugations in the curbs that keep the truckers all awake.
Aberdeen, Seattle, Olympia, Austin,
Albuquerque, Madison, Chicago, Boston,
The Greyhound bus, a rented car, a train,
All of you forced into that suitcase again.
You made your body move faster than the soul could
go, which is why we didn't lose you a long time ago.

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Guess you never really stuck around,
All that long anywhere.
I guess I should have known that you'd skip town.
You always did, catch me unawares.
Looking now at your debris,
These trails of paper strewn across the floor.
Towards an open door.

Look at all you've gathered, all you own,
Hold it in your hand, does it weigh more than a single feather?
If the things you feel outsmart the things you know,
It's almost time, it's almost time to go.

I don't know if you struggled at the end.
I know at times, you fought like hell.
I know that sleep was never quite your friend.
I hope that now, you're resting well.
Old band names and alma maters,
A patchwork quilt of people you have been,
Tattooed on your skin.

Think of people, places you have known,
Sculpted out of sand.
The tide's coming in and we're going nowhere.
If your feet are still in shoes that they've outgrown,
It's almost time, it's almost time to-
Think of seed you've scattered and you've sown,
All out of your hands,
Lost in the wind like a little feather,
And the things you feel outsmart the things you know.
It's almost time, it's almost time, it's almost time, it's almost time,
it's almost time, it's almost time to go.

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