I keep looking at my feet like you're laying beside me
I still crack the back window like you're laying on the seat
Each time I come home, I expect a little less
There's no welcoming committee, no one to suggest
That I get some exercise
That I don't drink all the time
That I give some of my food to those who enjoy it more than I
That I shut my mouth and start living my life

I walked down to the water where you loved to take a swim
I took off my jeans and shoes and I jumped in
Sat below a big oak tree to the last sign of the sun
Took it slow on the walk home for once
While I thought of all the days
When at 8 a.m. you'd wake
Me to take you outside, those days would always end
With no regrets for the way that they were spent

Me and Shanna took your ashes out to the farm today
Spread them in the field where you spent your favorite days
I hope when I go I'll know who and where I am
I hope they can say I was a good friend