Letras
He rolls back in on a Sunday dusk
Boarded windows where the garage was
The bleachers lean by the high school fence
Bar sign flickers "Open" then quits
Her old red Chevy by the laundromat
He doesn't look in—just tips his hat
He parks by the river, lets the engine breathe
Mouths the line his mama used to speak—
Some days taste like honey to him
Some nights cut him clean like wire—
High tides come, low tides leave
Nothing lasts forever—so he learns to breathe
If it shines, he lets it shine
If it breaks, he takes his time—
Nothing lasts forever, he'll be fine
The house still smells like oil and pine
A coffee ring on the countertop line
A curled-up photo on the rusted fridge
Two boys fishing off the old creek bridge
He finds a Bible with a list inside—
"Milk, bread, beans"—her tidy lines
He sets it back where the sun can warm
Whispers "Thanks," and rides the storm
When luck runs sweet as clover
When the sky turns mean and dire—
High tides come, low tides leave
Nothing lasts forever—so he learns to breathe
If it shines, he lets it shine
If it breaks, he takes his time—
Nothing lasts forever, he'll be fine
On the front step, paint flaked thin
He turns the porch light back on again
Sets down his bag, leaves the key inside—
Breathes in slow, decides to stay this time
High tides come, low tides leave
Nothing lasts forever—so he learns to breathe
High tides come, low tides leave
Nothing lasts forever—so he learns to breathe
If it shines, he lets it shine (let it shine)
If it breaks, he takes his time (takes his time)
Nothing lasts forever—nothing lasts forever—
Nothing lasts forever, he'll be fine