Those early mornings I'm not awake I'll watch the bus pass by just to see your face
I can walk your way
I really miss those days the last days I'm around Sad to see you frown
The lily's on the path and the stories that were passed was soon to be what we became
You were crying you're not here you grab my hand I'll follow and you steer no more mornings I'm not there flowers gone I shouldn't care