The story behind this song
The waiting room smelled like bleach and rain, and he shook so hard you held him through the thin plaid blanket. The doctor spoke too kindly. You signed your name like it wasn't the hardest line you'd ever sign. He looked up once — not scared, just asking — and you said I'm here, I'm here. On the last car ride his head went on your knee, his tail still trying one slow, brave beat.
The blanket's still folded on the back seat. Some things you leave exactly where they were. For the one who held the leash to the end, promising to meet him where the river bends.
Lyrics
I haven't moved it yet
Some things you leave exactly where they were
You shook so hard I held you through the blanket, plaid and thin
The doctor spoke in a voice too kind
And I signed my name like it wasn't the hardest line I'd ever sign
You looked up once — not scared, just asking
And I said, I'm here, I'm here, I'm in
Can feel like breaking
Where the grass runs on and the running doesn't end
Where the gray goes out of your muzzle in the sun
And the limp is gone and the pain is done
Save me a place where the river bends
I'll see you at the bridge, little friend
Like every ride we ever took, like you were comforting me
Your tail still tried — one slow, brave beat
Against the seat where you always rode
I carried you in the way I carried you home
The very first day, half the size, all heart, all bone
It still feels like breaking
Where the grass runs on and the running doesn't end
Where the gray goes out of your muzzle in the sun
And the limp is gone and the pain is done
Save me a place where the river bends
I'll see you at the bridge, little friend
And somebody holds my hand the way I held your paw
I hope I'm half as brave as you
Trusting the one who loves you to carry you through
Where the grass runs on and the running doesn't end
You'll hear my step before I clear the hill
You always knew my footsteps — you know them still
Bright fur, wild tail, the whole world mends
I'll see you at the bridge, little friend
I was there at the end
That mattered, little friend
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