The Middle

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