It’s been a while since we last touched bases, Ever since ‘State of the Art’ rushed playlists, Been around the globe a couple of times, Sang in a thousand homes but none of them mine, Played a thousand shows under the lights, And walked on mountain roads touching the sky, Rocked foreign shores where I swore I had no name, That meant more than the awards and accolades, Like I can’t believe we made our calling, We’ve barely stopped to breathe and take it all in, It’s got a hold on me the day I fold and leave, It’s gonna seem like I’m falling, And I buried two friends, lost touch with some others, Split with my girl, found love with another, For every road the world I know gets smaller, Came home to find my son had grown a head taller