Текст песни
When I miss you most,
I turn it slowly and remember days of gold.
The world just sees an old piece of metal,
But they don't understand it's the only thing that still belongs to the woman who held my hand.
Sometimes I sit alone at night and hold it in my palm,
Thinking of the life we built before heaven called you home.
Our children grew,
The years moved on like they were supposed to do,
But every stretch upon this ring still feels a little bit like you.
One day they'll place this ring beside me when my time on earth is through,
Because after all these lonelies, it still belongs to you.
This old wedding ring is,
"I've lived nearly everything," but how's the dreams,
The younger man I used to be?
I turn it slowly and remember days of gold.
The world just sees an old piece of metal,
But they don't understand it's the only thing that still belongs to the woman who held my hand.
Sometimes I sit alone at night and hold it in my palm,
Thinking of the life we built before heaven called you home.
Our children grew,
The years moved on like they were supposed to do,
But every stretch upon this ring still feels a little bit like you.
One day they'll place this ring beside me when my time on earth is through,
Because after all these lonelies, it still belongs to you.
This old wedding ring is,
"I've lived nearly everything," but how's the dreams,
The younger man I used to be?