If I see it on the menu – 
corned beef, ‘kraut, swiss, and rye -
though it’s not necessarily what I would pick,
I (almost) always have to give it a try.
Often times I hear a song, a tune 
and right away it takes me back.
What wouldn’t I give to hear your baritone,
Or see your hands curled over the white and black.
One of the last times we spoke
I know my news worried your heart,
but you encouraged me, saying 
it was a chance for a fresh start.

And before you ask: 
Yes, the car is running just fine.
Los muchachos están bien.
Allyson was a stunning bride.
Jeremy’s got wheels and he’s finding his way.
I see you on your grandson’s face, 
especially when he smiles at me, 
and he would probably return the compliment
because that’s one thing on which we all agree.

Yes, I heard from her just yesterday.
I’m sorry - lo siento - I know I don’t call her enough.
I’ve got good intentions, I promise I do,
But turns out the thread that connected us
Was wound through you.

I wish I’d been there, at your side,
maybe holding your hand.
You said I shouldn’t fly home; it wasn't safe.
You asked me not to come, 
but were you holding your breath,
hoping I would show?