Proof - Brooke Waggoner

I’ll walk away to my dismay

I’ll never come back on my own

I need some proof while you’re marooned

Keep yourself pruned and composed

Forever… forever, no

Not never, I’ll never last

I found the proof in harvest moons

They’d pale as the sun would go down

Amid the drift, you never left

Steady you never let down

Forever… forever, yeah

Not never, You never left

Forever, yeah

Forever, yeah

Not never, you never left

Forever, forever yeah

Not never, you never left

Forever, Forever yeah

Not never, you never left