You ever look back on all the miles? Same roads, same nights — just different styles. We still talk sometimes, just not enough, But that’s what makes the bond so tough. We were wild with open skies, Chasing songs that never die. Shared our smoke, our sound, our plans, Still got dirt on our hands. The calls are short, the laughs still loud, That’s how we keep the crowd. No matter the miles between us, The chords still pull me near. We’re living the same old rhythm, Just in different gears. The stage might change, the nights roll on, But the fire’s still clear and strong. Yeah — no matter the miles between us, We’re still singing one song. I see your posts, your grins, your highs, You’re still the same beneath new skies. Different towns but the same old crew, I keep a spot on the stage for you. Every night when the lights burn bright, You’re out there too — somewhere tonight. We don’t fade, we just expand, Same hearts in different bands. And when the noise begins to slow, I swear I hear your show. No matter the miles between us, The chords still pull me near. We’re living the same old rhythm, Just in different gears. When the crowd sings loud and I raise my hand, I know you understand. Yeah — no matter the miles between us, We’re still singing one song. To my friends out there, keep it loud — This one’s for you. © 2025 k͟Λ͟t͟Λ͟n͟Λ͟~͟b͟u͟c͟k͟
