KYLIE WILLOW

GOODBYE TO NUMBER 8

A TRIBUTE TO CAL RIPKEN

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LYRICS:

“Goodbye to Number 8”

— Lyrics for Kylie Willow

Verse 1

Dad woke me up before sunrise,

said “Kid, today you’ll understand.”

Baltimore was glowing like a lantern in his hands.

We walked through Camden Yards,

the sky painted in Orioles orange and fate,

And he whispered like a prayer,

“This is the last time we’ll see Number 8.”

Pre‑Chorus

I didn’t know the weight of legends,

But I knew the weight of his shaking voice.

Heroes teach you how to stand tall,

But fathers teach you how to choose that choice.

Chorus

And we cried when the Iron Man took his final bow,

Two slow tears rolling like the rain coming down.

Dad’s hero became my hero, in that moment at the gate,

When baseball said goodbye… goodbye to Number 8.

Oh, I held his hand so tight that day,

As we said goodbye to Number 8.

Verse 2

He told me how Ripken showed the world what showing up can mean,

How 2,130 days became a promise kept, not just a streak.

The crowd rose like a single heartbeat,

A city standing tall and brave,

And Dad said, “Remember this,

Kylie… greatness isn’t something you chase — it’s something you give away.”

Pre‑Chorus

I watched his eyes shine like stadium lights,

Saw the boy he used to be.

And in that roar of Baltimore,

He passed his hero down to me.

Chorus

And we cried when the Iron Man took his final bow,

Two slow tears rolling like the rain coming down.

Dad’s hero became my hero, in that moment at the gate,

When baseball said goodbye… goodbye to Number 8.

Oh, I held his hand so tight that day,

As we said goodbye to Number 8.

Bridge

Years later when I’m lost, I hear that crowd again,

Hear Dad whisper, “Show up, kid… that’s how you win.”

And I swear I feel Camden Yards beneath my feet,

The echo of a legend, the echo of his heartbeat.

Final Chorus

Yeah, we cried when the Iron Man took his final bow,

But those tears became the fire that still guides me now.

’Cause the heroes we inherit shape the ones we create,

And I became who I am…

The day we said goodbye to Number 8.

Oh, Dad, I’m still holding your hand that day,

When we said goodbye…

Goodbye to Number 8.

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