One hand outstretched
And just like that
I'm on the road again
Never stopping, never slowing down
Except for dinner at the bar
My buddies and I used to hang at
Before life caught up with us
I sit alone watching a family
Enjoying a reunion
I sit alone watching a guy like me
Being serenaded by his friends
I hang my head low
Thinking about another life I could have had
If only I had chosen this instead of that
Turned around here rather than there
My hands are empty in front of me
No money, no family
Nothing but the regrets of decisions made
Day after day after day for decades
And just like that
The guy like me turns his head
Beckoning for me to join him and his friends
I hesitate and he smiles, one hand outstretched
Part of me holds back, afraid that this person's kindness is somehow a trap
I am reminded of all that I've lost, all that I've given
All that I've gotten, and all that I have
Here is a person reaching out a hand but
Little do they know it's more than that to me
It means everything
And just like that
I'm not alone anymore
I'm cracking jokes and laughing with other men again