You ever notice how many lives pass within walking distance of your own Same cracked pavement, same grey sky Two young ghosts just passing by Both of us learning how to hide The kind of pain kids shouldn’t carry inside Different shoes on the same cold road Different houses, the same heavy load Eyes on the ground, steps careful and slow Neither of us wanting the other too close Not because we hated the sight Just two boys trying to survive the night Funny thing about distance Sometimes it’s protection Sometimes it’s just two people hurting in the same direction You were only walking distance away Every morning, every day Two small lives in parallel lines Trying to outrun the same old storms Years went by, the roads all turned Lessons lost and lessons learned Turns out the truth was closer than we knew Brother, I was walking with you Time spins out like tangled thread Small town roads and the paths we tread Names and faces start to align Stories matching piece by piece in time You say the house, I see the gate You say the year, I know the date Memory hits like a sudden light We were there in the same damn night Two scared kids on the same old street Both convinced we walked it alone All those years thinking nobody understood Turns out the world was full of kids just like us You were only walking distance away All those mornings, all those days Two quiet boys learning to fight Battles nobody else could see Now we stand on steadier ground Laughing how the truth comes around Funny how the road finally shows We were never alone on those roads. The world’s a strange place Sometimes the people who understand you most were only ever a few footsteps away
