I sat a while on the rooftop at 209.I swear we could see 
miles of the city lights, burned through the skies. I've 
tried. Someone else lives there now, keys have been 
passed. But in my memory it always lasts. The city lights 
there. So if I never get another moment like yesterday 
that's okay. And if I never get another chance, we never 
talk again to me you'll always live there. You'll always 
live there. I will still be here after he's gone