I found your photograph underneath my bed,
A little piece of summer I thought was dead,
Your eyes were seventeen, mine weren't much older,
Two kids with the world sitting heavy on our shoulders.
I traced the faded corner with my thumb,
Wondering where all those years had run,
Funny how a memory can sleep so quietly
'Til one little picture brings it back to me.
And I thought I'd buried that girl somewhere,
Between the county line and the midnight air,
But she came walking through my bedroom door,
And I don't think I've seen her face before.
I found you in the lost and found,
Where the forgotten things get passed around,
A little broken, a little brand-new,
I wasn't looking, but I found you.
And I found the girl I used to be,
Still hiding underneath everything,
We smiled like nothing had ever changed,
Then cried 'cause everything had changed.
You called me from a number I didn't know,
Said, “Do you remember that old road?”
I laughed and said, “Of course I do,”
Like the years between us never grew.
We drove past the diner where we'd waste our nights,
The sign was gone but the moon looked right,
You told me about the dreams you left behind,
I told you about the ones I couldn't find.
We were strangers wearing familiar names,
Two old flames with different kinds of flames,
And I loved you for the way you used to be,
But I loved you more for what you'd become to me.
I found you in the lost and found,
Where the forgotten things get passed around,
A little broken, a little brand-new,
I wasn't looking, but I found you.
And I found the girl I used to be,
Still hiding underneath everything,
We smiled like nothing had ever changed,
Then cried 'cause everything had changed.
Maybe lost doesn't mean forever,
Maybe some things disappear
Just long enough to teach you
Why you held them so dear.
You can't step twice in the same river,
Can't make yesterday come true,
But sometimes the past comes knocking
Just to say, “I'm still part of you.”
Now your photograph sits on my shelf,
Not as a promise, just a piece of myself,
I don't want to go back to seventeen,
I just miss the girl who still believed.
And if I see you somewhere down the line,
I'll wave like an old friend, and you'll wave like mine,
'Cause some things aren't meant to stay,
They're meant to get lost so we can find them another way.
I found you in the lost and found,
But I don't need to keep you around,
You gave me back what I thought was gone,
Then disappeared with the morning sun.
And I found the girl I used to be,
She wasn't waiting there for me,
She'd grown a little older, too—
Maybe that's what finding means to lose.
Lost and found,
Lost and found...
Some things come back different.
Some things come back new.
And sometimes what you're searching for
Was always there inside of you.
