I get this feeling every year, the first days of winter Pull out that box of souvenirs, to read your old letters In that stack of memories, found a note you left for me It almost feels like you're still here I hear your voice in every word You told me to remember
Take each day and make it last Cause you turn around and the future is the past Here and now is all we have The beginning and the end mean so little What matters most is what's in the middle
Makes me smile when I look back to every summer You forget your birthday and just laugh; say it's just a number But Sunday afternoons, they meant so much to you The simple things were golden, you found beauty in every moment
Take each day and make it last Cause you turn around and the future is the past Here and now is all we have The beginning and the end mean so little What matters most is what's in the middle
The day you're born is just a start Your last breath is a question mark The story of your life is in the in-between
Take each day and make it last Cause you turn around and the future is the past Here and now is all we have
Take each day and make it last Cause you turn around and the future is the past Here and now is all we have The beginning and the end mean so little What matters most is what's in the middle What's in the middle