Watching as the train pulls in
And I can’t help but think of him
How he’d be there every Friday evening 
Gave me something to believe him
And I left him to go walkabout
In dreams of dread and self doubt
When no one could ever see me there
And I felt like no one care
And then he died, just like that
Take in a breath he can’t give back
And I’m not even letting go
Because it’s not the same as it used to be so
I wear my armor strong and tight
Chainmail you can’t set alight
To let the stone sink down deep
There’s something of his love I keep