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I found your postcard in a box beneath the bed

A crooked little drawing and the words you never said

Then Friday at the corner store, I heard somebody call my name

You turned around with that old grin, and nothing felt the same

We talked until the coffee shop was stacking up the chairs

Filled ten missing years with stories traded there

Look at us, back where we began

Two old friends with a brand-new plan

We can laugh about the miles and the time we lost

Then make up every minute, whatever the cost

So raise your glass, let the good news ring

You came back, and you changed everything

The best part of the story, my friend, is this:

We still know exactly how to laugh like this

We drove past the baseball field, the paint was peeling white

Your hometown band was playing loud beneath the Friday night

You remembered how I missed the catch in ninety-nine

I remembered you insisting that the blame was mine

We made a list on a napkin by the door

Of all the little places we had never seen before

Look at us, back where we began

Two old friends with a brand-new plan

We can laugh about the miles and the time we lost

Then make up every minute, whatever the cost

So raise your glass, let the good news ring

You came back, and you changed everything

The best part of the story, my friend, is this:

We still know exactly how to laugh like this

Tomorrow's got a thousand roads to choose

But tonight we have these worn-out dancing shoes

And the picture that we take before we leave

Two familiar faces, something new to believe

Look at us, back where we began

Two old friends with a brand-new plan

We can laugh about the miles and the time we lost

Then make up every minute, whatever the cost

So raise your glass, let the good news ring

You came back, and you changed everything

The best part of the story, my friend, is this:

We still know exactly how to laugh like this

Here’s to the next page, here’s to where we’ve been

Long-lost friend, welcome home again