From the paper umbrellas in both of our drinks

To the shadows that walk without us

My account of the details is as clear as you'd think

Kept up by friends that still ask about us If our lives were a movie, if our lives were a book

It'd be longer than I'd recommend

'Cause if you're telling a story, at some point you stop

But stories don't end The remains of a person, the habits of a ghost

You could still find in the places you used to

Still reading off cue cards and raising a toast

To the stories I still tell about you But the plot line wanders and versions change

And I don't know where to quit If I tried to show every side of you through words of a song

I'd say a fraction of what I'd intend

'Cause if you're telling a story, at some point you stop

But stories don't end The next time I see you and my conscience tells me

That the episode has long since been closed

But he's not the one that gets up every morning

And wonders how long a memory keeps its pose

And how much that the man beside you knows

And how much of the toll it's taken shows Like a famous singer that lost his voice

That we all still want to meet If our lives were a movie, if our lives were a book

It'd be longer than I could defend

'Cause if you're telling a story, at some point you stop

But stories don't end

Stories don't end They go on and on

Just someone stops listening