He said he was going to jump again
And how was I to know
The boy that cried wolf too many times
And now I can't let go
But since I didn't listen
Since I didn't see
This time he was serious
And he only had me
I let him down this time
And there will not be another
How could I know
when I put down the phone
That I let go of my brother
His fate hangs with me
Like fog over the hills
I think of how he sounded
And it still brings me chills
All I had to do was listen
And he wanted was to talk
But I put down my phone
And out the door I walked
They said he did it at noon
And I had talked to him at eight
Little did I know
That I had slammed the gate
Never to be reopened
The world never again explored
And I couldn't find the time
When for my ear he implored
So now I listen all the time
To stories already told
For fear of the stories end
And ending of the bold