Only barely 2 weeks back in London,
And it feels like ages.

Been sampling Jack Johnson songs,
Reminiscing those times,
We rode along the highways in her car,
Just the two of us.

And there's always been laughing, crying, birth, and dying
Boys and girls with hearts that take and give and break
And heal and grow and recreate and raise and nurture
But then hurt from time to times like these
And times like those
What will be will be
And so it goes

And it always goes on and on
And on and on it goes

But somehow I know
It won't be the same
Somehow I know
It'll never be the same