You think you have time 
You don’t 
Despite the overwhelming evidence 
I denied 
I just so badly wanted more 

More stories 
You had one for every place I’d ever been 
Now when my travels conclude 
I’m left to wonder 
What your punchline would’ve been 

I can still hear you calling somebody a son of a bitch 
I’ll wear pajama pants on Christmas 
I’ll tell stories 
I’ll cling to the advice you’ve given me 
Gotta keep going, kiddo
The best I’ll ever get 

So I will 
But by God, holy shit 
The trip won’t be half as fun
Without you here
Sharing in it 

I’ll keep notes
Maybe even practice a bit 
So when I get to where you’re going 
I can tell you stories 
You can fill the punchline in