Your Move, My Friend

[Verse 1] You set the board beneath the sycamore shade, Same cracked green bench where our bargains were made. You called my knight move a crime against sense; I said your bishop had no common defense. [Verse 2] We kept score in pencil on the back of a map, You won in the spring, i took summer right back. The park changed its paths, and the old clock ran slow; Still you’d tap the white pawn and say, “ready to go?” [Chorus] And it’s your move, my friend, take your time, We’ve spent half our lives crossing lines. Every check, every laugh, every game we’ve outgrown Made a kingdom of two, on a bench of our own. When the last piece is lifted and the afternoon ends, I’ll still be right here for your move, my friend. [Verse 3] Some days we said nothing for hours at a stretch, Just leaves turning gold and the click of a match. Then you’d tell me the joke you’d been saving all week, And i’d laugh so hard i could barely speak. [Bridge] Your hand isn’t steady; mine takes its time. We both need a moment to study the line. But the years never settled who played the game best— They gave me your company. that’s the better conquest. [Chorus] And it’s your move, my friend, take your time, We’ve spent half our lives crossing lines. Every check, every laugh, every game we’ve outgrown Made a kingdom of two, on a bench of our own. When the last piece is lifted and the afternoon ends, I’ll still be right here for your move, my friend. [Outro] You lean back and grin: “well, that’s nearly a draw.” I say, “same time next week?” you say, “naturally, sure.”