Matthew P Haubert

We drove past the river where the night runs thin,
Your jacket on the dashboard, radio humming, hands holding.
The skyline flickered soft, slowly turning to the moons glow,
Ohio in November always feels like letting go.

Street lamps light the pavement, late night diners still open,
We walked to the talk about plans for a future unbroken.
You giggled at the late night inebriated people passing by,
Funny how the little things make us smile.

And the world felt open,
my chest felt tight.
I could feel the ending.
Longing for more time that night.

So heres to the city lights and the little beautiful memories we don't save,
To the roads driven dangerously, all the nights we misbehaved.
If I see you in a year, maybe I will ask you to help me understand,
Why the brightest nights are the shortest ones we have.
Goodbye to the ohio lights...
Goodbye to the life we planned...

You traced your fingertips fragile on the fog of glass,
Saying love with the meaning of promise to forget the past.
I didnt want to answer, I wanted this to be truth,
Letting someone in to love, is the hardest thing to do.

And the moon began to lean low
A spotlight on us in the middle of the town
Two people pretending
Love like this could be remembered.


So heres to the city lights and the little beautiful memories we don't save,
To the roads driven dangerously, all the nights we misbehaved.
If I see you in a year, maybe I will ask you to help me understand,
Why the brightest nights are the shortest ones we have.
Goodbye to the ohio lights...
Goodbye to the life we planned...

Maybe someday we will meet back in that town,
Find the street we use to walk down together in ohio snow,
And our love will be remembered because citys dont forget,
Because people grow and memories are lost in it.