The time is closer now.
more then its ever been before,
and i wonder sometimes who i will become since i leavin' you behind.
I remember whistling while i worked the thoughts of happier times float back to me.

And so I wonder will this every be again,
will we ever speak or ever be the tight knit we (once) were?
Will we ever see that room that let our words run wild again,
'cause now and forever we are the RMN.

Dreams take form on a page so small.
The words are like emotions in ones' heart.
The notes we once took were our soul's on the page.
Now I let my mind take one last journey.

And so I wonder will this every be again,
will we ever speak or ever be the tight knit we (once) were?
Will we ever see that room that let our words run wild again,
'cause now and forever we are the RMN.

Let's sit tight since we been through it all.
The stories of the past, the stories of heartache.
The stories of a new beginning, the stories of light.
The stories of everything anyone could dream to tell.
(It was the truth)

And so I wonder will this every be again,
will we ever speak or ever be the tight knit we (once) were?
Will we ever see that room that let our words run wild again,
'cause now and forever we are the RMN.

I wonder if I will ever be this overwhelmed with emotion.
To know that the job I have had for forever is now leaving me empty handed.
To remind myself I have daughters to feed and a wife to love.
To tell myself that there is no grief like today.

And so I wonder will this every be again,
will we ever speak or ever be the tight knit we (once) were?
Will we ever see that room that let our words run wild again,
'cause now and forever we are the RMN

The looks of empathy and sadness fill up our head; the way stories use to.
I will never be able to forget the tears I saw and the pain this economy has stucken.
Every face has the same old look the same old news written on our face,
What will I do?

I will get my dreams together from where they once laid.
I will tell myself it is okay even though I know it's may not be so.
I will pick myself up and find away to feed my family.
I will try to be brave.

There is no time like the present.
We must live each day for who knows when tomorrow shall come.
We must live each day like it must be our last since,
the day that will remain in Colorado's mind forever is...
February 27, 2009