We Were Going to Get Old

We Were Going to Get Old

A memorial song · Songbond

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They mapped it out at twenty-five like idiots and prophets: a porch, two rocking chairs, bad knees, and forty years of giving each other hell. The one who always ordered for both of them before the other hit the door broke the only rule and left first. So now there's a second rocking chair bought anyway, a yearly trip to the lake that still catches nothing, a bar stool nobody's going to fill.

This is grief that shows up grinning, because he'd have wanted the laugh.

For the friend keeping the appointment, getting old for the both of them, running both legs of the plan.

Lyrics

I bought the second rocking chair
You'd laugh
Go ahead. Laugh.
You always ordered for the both of us before I hit the door
Two of whatever's cold, and don't you let him pay
We mapped it out at twenty-five like idiots and prophets
A porch, two chairs, bad knees, and forty years of giving each other hell
The plan was simple, man
You broke the only rule — you left
We were going to get old, you and me — that was the deal
Gray and loud on some porch, lying about the fish we caught
So I'm keeping the appointment, old friend — every year, I show up
I'm getting old for the both of us
You'd better be watching me do it
Your truck still pulls up in my dreams, gravel popping in the drive
Cheap beer and fresh-cut grass, the July you taught me poker
You laughed too loud in quiet rooms and made them better for it
Nobody's filled your stool down at the bar. Nobody's going to.
The plan was simple, man
You broke the only rule — you left
We were going to get old, you and me — that was the deal
Gray and loud on some porch, lying about the fish we caught
So I'm keeping the appointment, old friend — every year, I show up
I'm getting old for the both of us
You'd better be watching me do it
I drove out to the lake last week, first time since
Caught nothing — like always
Told the water every story you'd be embarrassed by
The plan's still on, old friend
I'm just running both our legs of it
We were going to get old, you and me — that was the deal
Gray and loud on some porch, lying about the fish we caught
So I'm keeping the appointment, old friend — every year, I show up
I'm getting old for the both of us
You'd better be watching me do it
Two chairs on the porch now
One's for whoever needs it
That was always your way anyhow

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