We sat on the hood of your old car Outside that place that closed too early. Someone played a chord on a borrowed guitar, The kind that’s slightly out of tune. No one talked about the future. No one tried to sound brave. We just watched the streetlights flicker on One by one. Funny how a simple evening Can feel larger than the years around it. We’re still under the same sky, Still carrying those songs. Different roads, different cities, But the feeling stayed along. If someone asked what held us up Through every change of tide It was never plans or promises. Just us beneath the same sky. There were seasons we stopped calling, Weeks that turned into a year. But every time we met again It felt like nothing disappeared. Someone laughed about the old days, Someone brought another song. And suddenly the distance Didn’t seem that long. Maybe some things don’t fade out They just move quietly through time. We’re still under the same sky, Still carrying those songs. Different roads, different cities, But the feeling stayed along. No big speech, no final line, No moment to define Just a group of friends somewhere Looking at the same sky. No stage lights. No grand design. Just voices finding harmony At the same time. We’re still under the same sky. That’s enough tonight.