Been one hundred twenty days
Since the Tenth of September
Four months since
I heard that news
A cold Monday night in Austin, Texas

A cold day in hell
And the day I lost you

You always put a smile on my face
Even though the times we spent
Were few and far between
Christmas Eve you were my saving grace
I feel so cheated
That you were taken so soon

I remember the Broken Spoke
And the first time that I saw you play
I always used to fantasize
That we could some day share a stage
But one hundred twenty days have passed
Along with four months of nights

I spent my first Christmas Eve without you
And something about that
Cannot sit right

Twenty three years come
To such an awkward end
No answers as to why
I never get to see you again

I remember whiskey bottles
Set breaks in parking lots
Sneaking off on holidays
To get away from the crazies
The two of us
Sometimes that third wheel
But always you and me

One hundred twenty days
Another four months
Just passed me by