I think we met on the hike from hell
Somewhere in a meadow atop a mountain deep inside the Shenandoah’s
Amongst the laughter and partying there were some tears shed along the way
And you were there to help me dry them
If you can hear this you’ll know that those tears are falling again
Only this time the situation is reversed
For now it’s the older one who is shedding tears
Freely
I wish you were here to dry mine as you once did hers