Everything

You carried all my weight,
held me close, held me close.
You gave the world a name,
let me go, let me go.
And the steadiest ground I ever knew
was any room that held you too.

No, I never told you so,
but you're the only thing I know.

And I would trade the life I made,
the open road, the debts I've paid.
I'd give back everything I've gained
just to hear your voice again.

You taught me how to stay,
when to bend, when to bend.
You never said too much,
but you carved a quiet path,
and I learned it standing near.

No one else will ever see
the part of you that's still in me.

And I would trade the life I made,
the open road, the debts I've paid.
I'd give back everything I've gained
just to hear your voice again.

Is there somebody close
you scroll right on past,
too busy to call them on Sunday?
You could lose them one day
to a road, to the rain,
and the last thing you typed goes unanswered.

And I would trade the life I made,
the open road, the debts I've paid.
I'd give back everything I've gained
just to hear your voice again —
just to play it once again.