Halfway into my grave, I remember when I heard you were in yours
Find myself missing you, Find myself missing you
Your gone, Not home, Miss our long talks on the phone
Riding in that truck us two, telling stories, making memories, eating food
In that mountain home in Boone, clear skies, open porch, and full moons
Pictures of you all in our home, Broke those curses cause you told us so
You'd be proud we've achieved that goal
Still numb my pain by getting stoned
Still numb my pain by getting stoned, Ohhh
These days pass by in shades of grey
Those times drifting further away
Memories begin to fade,
Don't know what to do or to say
Light the fire up to warm my soul
When the embers die I loose control, Ohh
Searching for peace while alone
Praying to God while I'm stoned