Verse 1

You carved your name in the desk by the window

While rain made maps on the glass

The bell split the room, we filed past the lockers

Pretending the year wouldn’t pass

Your jacket was red with a torn silver zipper

Your notebook was full of crossed-out plans

I kept every word that I couldn’t say clearly

Folded inside my hands

Pre-Chorus

The final roll call is coming

And I still can’t look your way

Chorus

When the last bell breaks, will you remember me?

When these halls go quiet, will you hear what I mean?

We were more than names on a classroom wall

More than one last summer before the fall

If you leave this town, take the truth with you: