Locker 23

Sweeping dust down the empty hall

Lockers rusted, shadows tall

Locker twelve, behind the rusted hinge

A faded note

tucked in a metal fringe

I pulled it free,

blew off the graying dust A message written with a quiet trust

It said "I hope somebody remembers me" (mmmmm)

Oh, the hallways hold the things we leave behind In the quiet

spaces of a dusty mind We are more than names carved into

wood and stone Nobody should have to walk this world alone

Yeah, I will find out where your road has gone (ahhhh)

I went to the office,

checked the yearbook shelf Found a smiling face from ninety-seven itself

Sarah Vance, she lived on Cherry Street With quiet eyes and sneakers

on her feet I asked around the town,

the old dry cleaners crew They said she wrote her songs,

she had a vision true She made it out,

she teaches music in the west She didn't fade away like all

the rest

Oh, the hallways hold the things we leave behind In the quiet

spaces of a dusty mind

We are more than names carved into wood and stone Nobody should

have to walk this world alone

Yeah, I will find out where your road has gone

And in the class of twenty-four today I saw a young kid

packing books away I walked right up and said with open eyes

"You're doing great, don't let them compromise"

I left a little note inside locker twelve For some future soul

who decides to delve

It reads "You are remembered,

you are known"

(you are known) Yeah,

we're never truly on our own