Neil Young on High

I saw you on high

I was waiting outside

What a strange thing to remember

You arrive at my door

Dressed in something somber

The night is heavy and I held onto your shirt

Oh, I don't remember everything

But I remember most things

I regret never celebrating

Smaller victories that we saved

I would do that part over

Oh, I don't remember everything

But I remember most things

The smell of your kitchen on the day that you ended it