Like I Figured Friends Would Do

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Verse 1 I got a lot of people who’ll wave when I roll by, Ask me how I’m doin’, then keep on drivin’ by. But the ones who’d really show up when the hard times hit, I can count ’em on one hand… and I thought he was still in it. I was in a rough spot, needed a couple days to clear my head, Called him up, said I might ride up, stay a night or two instead. He said he was busy, “Give me a couple months, I’ll call,” So I waited like a friend would… but the call never came at all. Chorus Twenty years ago he showed up at my door, Three thousand miles of highway, didn’t call before. Stayed three months, I never asked him why or when, Just cleared out the spare room and told him come on in. Now I’m the one who needs a place to land, And the silence on the line don’t feel like a friend. Yeah, he means more to me than I mean to him… And that’s a hard truth when you’re down to one hand. Verse 2 I rang him again after the months had passed, Went straight to voicemail, so I sent a text at last. Said I’d hop on the Harley, ride up for a day or two, Nothing heavy, just a change of scene, the way old friends do. He answered that he’d try when the time looked right, But it “don’t look good,” he said… and that was the end of the night. I ain’t the kind to keep a score or hang it over anybody’s head, But I can’t forget the way I made up that spare bed. Took him in without a question, like I figured friends would do, Now I’m learnin’ some doors only open one way through. Chorus Twenty years ago he showed up at my door, Three thousand miles of highway, didn’t call before. Stayed three months, I never asked him why or when, Just cleared out the spare room and told him come on in. Now I’m the one who needs a place to land, And the silence on the line don’t feel like a friend. Yeah, he means more to me than I mean to him… And that’s a hard truth when you’re down to one hand. Bridge I still got a couple fingers left on that hand of mine, And I’m thankful for the ones who’ll answer in the middle of the night. But it cuts a little deeper when you finally understand That some folks you counted on for life… just needed you for a while. Final Chorus Twenty years ago he showed up at my door, Three thousand miles of highway, didn’t call before. Stayed three months, I never asked him why or when, Just cleared out the spare room and told him come on in. Now I’m the one who needs a place to land, And I’m learnin’ what it means to lose one from that hand. Yeah… some friends you keep forever, Some just fit on one hand.