Not Even You is a quiet reckoning between father and son — an elegy for the childhood that might have been, and the love that remains, even when words fall short.

Written in the long shadow of regret and reflection, this song doesn’t offer easy answers. Instead, it holds space for the heartbreak of distance, the passage of time, and the stubborn pulse of love that keeps beating through the silence. It’s about the stories we can’t rewrite — not even for those we love most — and the quiet hope that someday, understanding might find its way through the ashes.

For every father who stayed.
For every son who ran.
For every bridge that still smolders.

Not Even Me
Days keep marching by
Like reindeer with a sleigh
Time steals your life and sells it to yesterday
Nothing you can do
Can turn your clock around
I hear your heart when it doesn’t make a sound

And I wish I had some past to borrow
But the past is gone
I stay up all night long in sorrow
From dusk to dawn
Nothing fills my days like old time memories
No one can change the past
Not even me

I stand by your side as we watch this bridge burn down
How can I reach you when it hits the ground
I watch you run as we shed a tear or two
Until your running’s done
I won’t have you

And I wish I had some past to borrow
But the past is gone
I’d stay up all night long in sorrow
From dusk to dawn
Nothing fills my days like old time memories
No one can change the past
Not even me

No one can tell you
what you should do
It’s written in your heart
and it’s written black and blue
Look inside your soul
Tear your armor down
Deep in your bones
You’ll hear the sound

And I wish I had some past to give you
But my past is gone
I’d give a million dawns to reach you
You’re my firstborn son
Nothing fills my days like things we used to do
No one can change the past
Not even you