I remember searching, watching, waiting For the end of days to come Thinking God had made me something special For living on the run I remember when I moved out, moved on With nothing good to say to you, ooh Now I'm just a little older, kinder My bitter days are through My bitter days are through Even when your bag is empty Even when your ego's bruised I will never come down swinging I still want the best for you I still want the best for you Oh, ooh-ooh-ooh I remember always sеcond-guessing How I'm meant to handle you Now I know I'm grеater than the sum of What I stood to lose I remember driving through the canyon Living for the golden hour Now you're just another loaded memory Nothing we can do about it Even when your bag is empty Even when your ego's bruised I will never come down swinging I still want the best for you I still want the best for you When your bag is empty When your ego's bruised I still want the best for you I still want the best for you Ooh, ooh