Lately, I've been thinking,
that maybe I've got a lot more left to say.
And maybe I got lost one day along the path that I'd subconsciously laid out for myself way back when.
I think you've been helping me retrace my steps.
I think that might make you a friend.

I've been thinking lately,
that maybe there are far too many words left unsaid.
Maybe I ought to stick around long enough to say them.
Maybe that makes me better off than dead.

My head has been swimming lately,
with all sorts of fantastical fish.
I wish I'd met you sooner.

Maybe the path that I long ago left is a little less buried than I thought it to be.
Maybe a shovel can dig a future as well as a past.
I think you've pulled me out of a grave.

This is my way of thanking you for that.