They're Cheering For You

we, as kids, would meet by the tree stump near the fence
where you sang every beatles song that
popped into your head and you said your favorite was
mccartney, mine was harrison and

anytime i hear those songs
i see your face and i wish
you were here to tell me let it be

you had a dream to be a composer
of songs that would ease the pain of anguished hearts
and you asked for my prediction
you had my faith before we grew up

i had a dream to be a famous painter
before you left we promised that
we would never quit until we'd made it
those special words remain on my pallet

i had listened to songs you wrote
i must admit that i had gotten kinda choked up
when you sang of us and how we would grow to be
the artists that we always wanted

i then left your album looping all night long
it brought me back to when we used to be just kids

so then i sent you a letter with the words
''hi! meet me at the tree where we had met many times,
but not in ten years. i cannot wait to hear your laughter!''

but as the night progressed you never appeared
i nearly left but as i turned your mom stood in place with
bloodshot eyes then she spun the news
you never read the

writing i dispatched since you were stolen by a car
accident then your mother's tears poured on my shirt
and all i could do was resolve to take your dream and
turn it into mine

i've done my best to write songs
you'd be proud of
and i imagine you with me on stage
and our voices blend like a choir
take a bow, they're cheering for you

now, years have passed but still i'm always compelled
to trace my steps to that old tree that has our initials
in big letters, they give me hope
to see you there someday