sunrise with a coffee morning late night whiskey pouring bass biting in a two men boat I- 59 to the Gulf of Mexico kids laughing at the lightning bus holding hands in a hand me down truck blowing smoke all over this town wish I knew what I know now No you you never know when it’s the last time the whole I love you and the goodbyes the low roads and the high tides can all bs gone in the blink of an eye wish I’d a listened and took it slow pay more attention to the stories told held on instead of letting go but I didn’t know you never know when it’s the last time